Even a nice dog would do...
...but I gotta tell ya, after 7 years, this divorce crap is growing old. I've avoided really close relationships like the plaque...and I was good with that. Now I'd like someone who I can tolerate around just to say stupid shit to. This isn't tough, I don't expect a prince on a white stallion to come and sweep me away but a redneck in a pick-up shouldn't be too much to ask,don't you think?
I've had some off the wall pain in the left side of my gut but I'm treating it with Christian's Scientist-ism because it'ever so much cheaper than other health plans. With all the talk about health care, you'd think I could get required treatment...but NOOOOOO. Whatever.
I'd hate to find out that I had a belly problem because whatever it is, they seem to enjoy slicing you up to fix it. And even if it's a little bitty cut, it's gonna hurt like an SOB after it's over. The bigger the slicing, the more it hurts. And there's nothing you can do to make it hurt less except walk around and who wants to walk around with a recently sewed up hole in your belly?
And then...need I say it? Tubes. God know what they all are or why they're there. They have tubes going into your chest which implies validly that there is a hole in your chest. Oh! I almost forgot the facetiously named Go-Lightly. A gallon of liquid, pink chalk that they lie to you about. They tell you that you need to drink it all but they taught us in school that you DID NOT have to finish the disgusting bottle of icky stuff I don't even want to think about! So, I have taken it upon myself to annoy doctors and nurses everywhere by letting you in on a little medical secret...You do NOT have to suck down every last drop of that crud. If you manage to down 3 quarters of it, you've done more than enough...I assure you.
Being left sided pain, I'm left with 2 options, my G.I. system or my Renal system. Those are 2 systems that I am really using a lot so I'd like to keep things moving along in there, ya know? Oh, and God forbid it should be kidney stones...I have no reason NOT to expect them, I've had every other painful but relatively harmful disorder you can name...and a few you can't.
Anyway, I've felt like shit lately so if I should suddenly disappear, you know why. Now I've committed myself to at least popping in to say I'm OK, haven't I?
I've had some off the wall pain in the left side of my gut but I'm treating it with Christian's Scientist-ism because it'ever so much cheaper than other health plans. With all the talk about health care, you'd think I could get required treatment...but NOOOOOO. Whatever.
I'd hate to find out that I had a belly problem because whatever it is, they seem to enjoy slicing you up to fix it. And even if it's a little bitty cut, it's gonna hurt like an SOB after it's over. The bigger the slicing, the more it hurts. And there's nothing you can do to make it hurt less except walk around and who wants to walk around with a recently sewed up hole in your belly?
And then...need I say it? Tubes. God know what they all are or why they're there. They have tubes going into your chest which implies validly that there is a hole in your chest. Oh! I almost forgot the facetiously named Go-Lightly. A gallon of liquid, pink chalk that they lie to you about. They tell you that you need to drink it all but they taught us in school that you DID NOT have to finish the disgusting bottle of icky stuff I don't even want to think about! So, I have taken it upon myself to annoy doctors and nurses everywhere by letting you in on a little medical secret...You do NOT have to suck down every last drop of that crud. If you manage to down 3 quarters of it, you've done more than enough...I assure you.
Being left sided pain, I'm left with 2 options, my G.I. system or my Renal system. Those are 2 systems that I am really using a lot so I'd like to keep things moving along in there, ya know? Oh, and God forbid it should be kidney stones...I have no reason NOT to expect them, I've had every other painful but relatively harmful disorder you can name...and a few you can't.
Anyway, I've felt like shit lately so if I should suddenly disappear, you know why. Now I've committed myself to at least popping in to say I'm OK, haven't I?
posted by Meg Kelso | 6:24 PM
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Even a nice dog would do...
Woof Woof!
Whew. Thanks for checkin' in, Meg. I was just asking around and if you were OK.
Isn't that sick?-that "Go Lightly" stuff? What kind of twisted mind came up with THAT name? They now have pills that accomplish the same deed, should the need arise and I hope it doesn't...
Good to see ya back, but that pain doesn't sound exactly promising..I've tried the "Scientist" approach as well and it worked....in conjunction with some other green leafy stuff and some left-over-from previous-surgery-stuff.
I'm also another Queen of Procrastination: Wait patiently for my medical appointment at the office, leave office in ambulance for trip to Med-Evac flight. (THAT was one helluva bill.)
Take care, Little One.
Tundra Woman
Q...here boy!
TW, it's actually gotten better. bout a week ago I was literally "doubled over" in pain. Now, the thing is, I take a dose of narcotics first thing in AM and another in the late afternoon. I can get through the day pretty well like this but I shouldn't need narcotics this long at all. I'm leaning toward a bad case of pancreatitis. Not that it matters at this point, but I think that's what it was.
Oh, yeah, I'm a member of the 'I Won An Ambulance Ride From The Doctor's Office To The Emergency Room' club, too. I actually had my first and most severe stroke while waiting to see the doctor for my 6 month check up.
Most people have a medical history that would make a good Marcus Welby episode. My medical history would be a sit-com.
Mine too. A damn expensive one. I have no clue why there are so many "Specialists" but not ONE of them could figure out what was up with me either.
Even after I had my first stroke sitting at my dear friend's kitchen table. She called the ambulance post haste and while I was laying on the floor in her kitchen I heard them say, "No, we can't transport her...we need the ALS ambulance."
I thought, "Great. I'm laying here probably dying and even the ambulance guys don't want me." (They were probably the hottest-not to mention-the only guys who had been within 3 ft. of me since my DH died.)
TW
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