tinhuviel: (Asthma Hound Chihuahua)

Just when I was getting back into the swing of things here, I was “fortunate” enough to contract influenza.  I actually started coming down with it in late February, but it didn’t get really bad until after the first of March.  Just to give you an idea of how sick I really was, here’s a list of what plagued me throughout my time with Captain Trips.

  • Got flu from people I live with on 23rd February.
  • Body ache
  • Headache
  • Runny nose
  • Fatigue
  • Swollen glands at base of ears
  • Constant cough
  • Foul taste in mouth and inner odour
  • Laryngitis
  • Eye pain with green discharge
  • Nausea and vomiting
  • Diarrhea 
  • No appetite
  • Difficulty keeping down fluids - probably very dehydrated now, because heart is pounding with minimal activity
  • Dizziness and weakness
  • High fever at first (103.2 on 2/25) and sporadic low-grade fever since, the latest being two nights ago, when the eye thing started)

I vaguely remember going to one of my doctors on March 3rd.  Apparently, I was so bad off, she prescribed me meds, put me in her car, took me to the drugstore, went in and bought my meds, plus a load of OTC stuff to help me, then brought me home.  I need to check and see if she paid for all of it with my card or if she used her own money.  I hope she didn’t get sick as well.


My final symptom was getting an eye infection in both eyes, accompanied with another fever.  There was one day when I actually had to fumble blindly to get a hot wash cloth in order to melt away the glue from my eyes after a couple hours of sleep.  Even then, I couldn’t get my eyes entirely open.  I looked like the banjo player from Deliverance.  There’s no doubt it was conjunctivitis, and the Mother Unit took me and dropped me off at the ER so I could get some meds for it, because she didn’t want to end up getting sick again.  But the wait was so long, and I was so weak from being sick for suck an extended period of time, I had to get a taxi back to the house.  (The Unit was with Matt who had cut himself badly enough to need stitches.  His left arm is still wrapped up.)  I barely remember getting back to the house, and I found out a few days later that I lost my debit card.  I’m waiting for a new one.


When I finally started coming out of my haze, I still didn’t feel like doing anything but staring at things, so I decided to re-binge watch Breaking Bad.  I spent a few days doing that and just staring into nothingness, coughing and wheezing.  Four days ago, I finished Breaking Bad and, even though I had watched the series once before, this time I’m grieving that it’s over.  I’m just fucking bereft.  I don’t know what to do with myself.  I have some Walking Dead I could watch, but it’s like being offered a puppy after your dog of 15 years has died.  No thanks, mate.  I will never have another dog.  Like that.  It’s gonna take me some time.


My greatest regret about being so sick is that I promised Barry I would promote the latest Shriekback release.  He sent me the information and whatnot to download, and I failed to do so because I was so out of my head with the Superflu.  Now, I’m not sure where we stand on it and if it’s too late for me to proceed.  I need to ask, but I’m ashamed.  I’ve tried my best never to let the Shrieks down, and I’ve done so in spades this time around.  I kind of suck.


I still have the cough, and I have no doubt I’ll develop bronchitis, because I always do.  Hopefully, I can hold out on seeing a doctor until my appointment on 4/18 with my new primary care physician.  I had to chance doctors because the one I had behaved extremely unprofessionally with me a couple of times, and actually failed to treat me for a UTI I had, telling me I had one, but not prescribing anything for it.  The cardiologist she needlessly sent me to was the one who prescribed the antibiotics I needed.  So I had to say buh-bye to that doctor.  My insurance told me that the change in doctors was effective immediately so, if the cough gets progressively worse, I may call to see if I can be seen earlier.  They have long hours six days a week, as well as a good walk-in policy, so hopefully it won’t be a problem.  


So that’s what’s been going on with me.  This year has so far been chock full of uber-suck when it comes to health.  I just hope I can get my shit together by September.

tinhuviel: (Bukket)

It's been one hell of a day. A Day, even! I had a doctor appointment at 1:30, so I decided to get there via San Diego's fine transit system. I'd printed out my directions and also had the Transit App at the ready, in the event of some unfortunate circumstance that left my directions useless.

Oh haaaaaay, guess what? The bus was late, so I missed my connecting trolley. In a matter of 10 minutes, my directions were useless and I found myself winging it with the Transit App, which is really hard to see when the sun (fucking sun, always the sun here GAAAAH) is out.

I found an alternate route, but it was going to have me run about 30 minutes late for my appointment. Unfortunately, I misunderstood the way I was supposed to go to get to the next connection, and missed the bus that would have taken me to where I needed to be. I was about three miles away, so I began hoofing - Power Hoofing.

I called the doc and explained what had happened and that I was on my way, to please let me keep my appointment, even if it I had to be put on their first-come/first-serve list. They said it would be fine.

But I conked out about a half mile away from my destination, and resorted to dangerous activities to reach my goal - I flagged down an old dude who was about to pull out of a parking lot, and asked him if he'd just scoot me down the street for the last few blocks. I offered him my unopened Java Monster, but he told me to keep it, that it looked like I needed more than he did. He got me to my address and didn't kill me and leave my body in the desert, but at that point, I was fine with that outcome, too.

I got called back to see the doctor at the time I was supposed to be returning to the house, so my directions back weren't gonna work either. Not sure how I did it but, with the help of Transit, and the occasional shady spot where I could see my phone, I made my way back and here I am.

The things I can strike off my Bucket List are:

  1. I rode a trolley (this was on the way back)

  2. I hitchhiked

On the way back, I noticed this woman with her shirt on inside out and a throw tied around her waist.  She was talking (or singing?) with enthusiasm.  My first thought was, well how stereotypical can a situation get - a crazy person on the bus! Then I noticed a lot of people were doing it and it dawned on me that they could all be singing to their tunes or talking on their phones using Bluetooth.  So that begs the question: Did a crazy person invent Bluetooth so all the crazy people could better blend in, in public?  Everyone is chattering at seemingly thin air.  You can't ever be certain they're using Bluetooth or if they're just batshit.  Of course, I'm pretty sure this woman with the throw and inside-out shirt was not engaged in Bluetooth activities.

Despite the technology, an observant person can just...tell.
tinhuviel: (Here is the news!)

Today I went to see Dr. Denysiak about my lab results and any health concerns I may have. I was a bit nervous to go, because I was going to be asking her to do things for me, one of which is something I'm sure doctors are burnt out on doing, the other of which regarded a thing I could never broach to my docs in South Carolina, because I already knew it was a futile attempt on all our parts.

  1. I need certification from my PCP to send with my discharge request to Nelnet, so my paltry monthly sum will stop being garnished over $200 a month.  I need Dr. Denysiak to confirm that I am indeed permanently disabled.

  2. I want to get the ball rolling on the skin removal surgery I need, and I had to ask her what she and I needed to do to make that happen.

Because I was antsy about all that, my blood pressure was elevated at one point.  I say "at one point" because the nurse took it five times, one of which was lying down, and another standing up.  Lowest reading was 98 - 50, highest 150-100, all within the course of about 10 minutes.

When Dr. Denysiak came in, she told me that she was referring me to a cardiologist to dig deeper into my blood-pressure conundrum.  She went over my labs and I'm still extremely deficient in some vitamins and minerals, the worst levels of which were B12 and Iron.  I got a B12 shot today, and I have to go every month for one, until my body gets straightened out.

Blind as a damned bat!

She asked me when was the last time I had my eyes checked.  I told her it had been years ago.  I was nearsighted then, and my vision has really only gotten worse, probably because I lost my glasses in that car accident my seizure caused in 2012, and I couldn't afford to pay for another check-up and get the glasses replaced.  As I mentioned earlier, the palm trees out here look like giant umbrellas to me, just as the deciduous trees in SC all looked like giant broccoli.  She pushed the referral through and said I could go upstairs as soon as I left to set up an appointment with one Dr. Couris.  I go see him in August.

She said the referral for the cardiologist should be sent by tomorrow, at which time I can call for an appointment to have the blood pressure issue addressed.  In 2013, the Mother Unit strongly suggested that I get my heart checked, since she had to have heart surgery due to a possible genetic issue that affected the heart.  I never did.  Given my default frame of mind since 2011, I didn't care if I had the same condition or not.  In fact, I hoped I did and that it would kill me ASAFP.  But, I'm going to follow the doc's orders and give this heart doctor a call to set up an appointment.

I then asked her if she would fill out the necessary paperwork for me to send to Nelnet, so I can stop having what little money I get garnished by institutions who haven't a monetary care in the world.  She didn't hesitate with her resounding yes.  I think I melted a little from relief.  In the meantime, though, those who know me should consider me indefinitely too broke to pay attention.

The other question was a seriously big deal for me, because I was told before I even got the gastric bypass surgery that I would be denied the procedure to remove my excess skin, when or if the time came.  That's how I began my request to Dr. Denysiak, that I had essentially forgotten about skin removal surgery, because it was never an option to begin with, not in South Carolina.  I told her how my back pain had gotten worse over the months and that the affected area was directly across from the dead weight of my stomach, giving me rise to believe that if that weight weren't pulling on my spine all the time, my back might get better and I would be better able to excercise and lose more weight.  I also told her about the skin infections I've had to fight over the years, the worst of which are the topical yeast infections.  She had me show her the area in question, and immediately sent an insurance request and referred me for an initial consultation with a plastic surgeon, commenting that she doubted my pre-certification would be denied.

img_1050.jpgAfter Dr. Denysiak left the room, the Mother Unit and I began to discuss the surgery as we waited for the nurse to return with the B12 shot.  Being the sick bastard Mama is, she suggested that I ask the surgeon for the skin he removes to make myself a lampshade for my strange Gothic lamp she thinks is so ugly.  We were cackling like lunatics when the nurse returned, so I told her what we were laughing about and she started cackling, too.

Secretly, though (well, not so secretly, now that I'm writing about it online), I would love to be able to do that.  Mine is the kind of lamp that screams human skin lampshade material.  And, hell, why just throw it away?

Waste not, want not, as they say...

tinhuviel: (Maul - snarky)

In the very early morning hours of Monday, around 3 AM, I was jolted awake by PAIN. I immediately knew it was a Fibromyalgia flare-up, but it was the absolute worst one I've ever had. Yesterday was  spent "enjoying" a full-body sensation that could only be described as the bastard child of an abscessed tooth and childhood growing pains, magnified a hundredfold. Misery was the word of the day.

Thankfully, today, I had an appointment with the pain management doctor. She checked me out, focusing on typical hot spots on the body that Fibromyalgia just loves to ravage with pain. When she saw tears pooling in my eyes, she ordered me an industrial sized shot of anti-inflammatory steroids. She also called me in a prescription for another kind of anti-inflammatory that I'm not supposed to begin until Thursday, so I'm going to wait to pick that up, considering I can't seem to blink my eyes without excruciating effort.

Since Matt had mentioned he needed to use the car this morning, I took an Orange Cab to and from the docs. The cab driver who brought me back home was a lady who had driven me somewhere once before. On the way, we struck up a conversation about family, work, illness, and grieving. I asked her if she was a native San Diegan. That's when she told me she was Ethiopian. I remarked that I'd always wanted to visit Ethiopia and even wrote an Ethiopian Vampire into my books (the dashing Mephistopheles, Rebekah's immortal mate). When we got to the house, I decided to pay the fare with my debit card, and give her a cash tip that was half of what the fare was. Since cabbies are usually only tipped at 10-20% of the fare, this kind of shocked her, I could tell. Female cabbies have to deal with a lot of potential danger, and probably don't earn as much as male cab drivers, so I wanted to make her bringing me home worth her while. We thanked one another and parted ways.

About twenty minutes later, Matt saw an Orange Cab car pull in front of the house, and asked me if I'd called for another ride. Since I hadn't, I went out to see if something was wrong. It turned out that my phone had slipped out of my purse while I was paying the fare. The lady discovered it when she attempted to call me to give me her direct number for any future transportation needs, and the phone began to ring in her back seat. I was just dumbfounded by her kindness in, in all probability, going out of her way to bring it back to me. I thanked her again and off she went into the uncharacteristic mist. I immediately programmed her number into the phone, but texted her to ask if I could have her name. Even though it has a certain ring to it, "Nice Ethiopian Lady from Orange" isn't very functional in the contacts list. I also thanked her again in the text, and assured her that I would reach out next time I need a ride. Hopefully, she'll text me back, when she has a chance.

In between the above incidences, I inched painfully into my room as I was talking to Matt. When I walked in, I noticed that my lamp, which is on the floor, for lack of having a table that could handle its massive size and weight, had been moved to one side. I asked him if Toby had knocked it down, since that had happened just a couple of days ago. He told me that the Mother Unit must have moved it when she was in my room. I asked him if he knew why, and he suggested I look up. Since I tend to look down when walking because, if I don't, I invariably end up tripping and busting my face, I had not taken notice of the wall. I turned my head in the direction to which Matt was pointing and saw this.


I have never been afraid of Darth Maul. I'm too caught up in a dense fog of lust to be scared. This time, though, I was more than a little startled not because it was Maul, but because it was giant and unexpected. It turns out that The Unit and Matt had ordered the laminate from Fathead, and devised a way they could get me out of the house so they could affix it to my bedroom wall, since the job takes at least two people. Matt needing the car was all a ruse. I thanked them both with as much enthusiasm and glee a person who feels like she's being strip-mined by demons can express. Now, I'm dividing my time between writing this, attempting to eat something for the first time since yesterday morning, and giving an image of Darth Maul that's taller than Ray Park the hairy eyeball.

And there you have it. I'm spending the rest of the day trying not to move very much and waiting for the shot to begin taking effect, ogling my smexxy smexxy Sith, and watching Impractical Jokers reruns online.

tinhuviel: (Asthma Hound Chihuahua)
I've been back home from the doctor for about an hour. I had to go get the results of my liver scan and blood work.

The good news is, my liver is fine. It just has some wonky levels, but that's not a result of anything malignant.

The freaky-ass news is, the rest of my is fucked up. Apparently, I have a kidney stone in my right kidney. My anaemia is worse, and my calcium levels have not risen. She wants me to have a colonoscopy and upper G.I. to see if I might be bleeding anywhere. She also wants me to have a gynecological exam, since my menstrual cycle is, at best, inconsistent.

Aaaaaand, I have spondylosis, with disc narrowing in the L1-L2 and L5-S1. This would explain the general crap feeling I get when I move…like, around. Also, she said it would explain the incontinence I've been experiencing for the past couple of months.

She is referring me to a gastroenterologist, a gynecologist, and a urologist, for all the tests she wants me to have, and she wants to see me again in six weeks.

Looks like I continue to follow in the mighty footsteps of my family, what with our glorious genetic wellspring of good health. ::makes with the oogly-boogly face - this one: o_0::

New Doctor

Sep. 9th, 2013 12:52 pm
tinhuviel: (Asthma Hound Chihuahua)
I went to my new doctor today, one Dr. Denysiak. She is not a right wing wacko like the first doctor I was assigned.

She actually addressed all my issues, ordered labs, which I went ahead and got done since I have yet to eat today, and got me referrals to the other doctors I needed.

Thank the mighties.

I'm here at Starbucks waiting on CVS to fill the prescriptions I ran out of, then I'm headed home to try to eat something phenomenally bland.
tinhuviel: (Frustration)
It just occurred to me that most everything is going to be closed on Monday. This is irritating, because I had plans to call around and find a different doctor.

When I moved out here to San Diego, my insurance had to be changed, so I went with Aetna, because the plan is really good, really free, and it affords me dental. The only problem is, I have to have an in-network doctor, which was initially chosen for me by the rep, to get me started in the program.

Well, I went to that doctor week-before-last and, besides their having a huge picture of a blondish Jesus with the caption "I love you, Jesus," hanging prominently in the waiting room, the tables are littered with religious tracts, a mag called Good News, and sundry children's Bible story books.

But the clencher was the "terms of service" they had me sign, basically stating that I know they're a pro-life practice who will not give me the Morning After Pill, even in cases of rape. I have to go to the E/R for such hellish behaviour. I signed it, because I really needed to see the doctor, since some of my old prescriptions were running out, and I knew I would need to get referrals to specialists who prescribe me some of these.

The doctor would not write any prescriptions, like my seizure medicine and anti-depressant (Wellbutrin), saying that she'd get back with me "right away" on those referrals, so I wouldn't run out. I haven't heard from this doctor yet and guess what? I've run out of my seizure medicine.

I have no reason to stick with this asshole or her fake colleagues. Just because I'm a female does not mean I should be denied any kind of healthcare I need (or WANT).

When I said I was looking forward to meeting as many freaks in California as possible, I did not mean Jesus freaks. Although that's not really fair to Jesus, who would be hanging out with all the freaks if he were here today…and lynched by his so-called worshippers because of it.

But no… This doctor can suck it. Don't tell me she doesn't. They all do, especially the supposedly virtuous ones.

Guess I'll have to wait 'til Tuesday.

(voices carry)
tinhuviel: (Asthma Hound Chihuahua)
Usually, when I get a cold, I'm mildly sick for a day or so, and I spread the wealth to anyone I know. This time was different.

I got a cold and was miserable for a couple of days. I gave it to the Mother Unit, who ended up having to to urgent care, where they diagnosed her bronchitis. I laid low so I wouldn't give this to anyone else, and actually felt okay…until yesterday and this morning. I developed this dry cough that would not stop, and my chest and back were killing me. I figured it may be wise go to to the doc and get some cough syrup or something. So I went to Dr. Krisberg and saw one of his nurse practitioners, who told me that I was still running a low-grade fever and was on the verge of bronchitis. She gave me a Z-Pack and phenergin/codeine cough syrup. I am to keep this regimen of one Z-pack pill a day, and 1 to 2 teaspoons of the syrup every four to six hours, as needed.

She advised that, as along as I'm running this fever, I should avoid others. The only person I am around is Mother Unit, who is lucky to have already fallen to my skank, so I guess all will be well. Of course, there is the chance that if you interact with me on Teh Intarwebz, you might get a computer virus. Hehehehehh

New Doctor

Jul. 8th, 2013 08:55 pm
tinhuviel: (Devil Smidge)
The doctor I chose for my PCP is one Dr. Krisberg. He's an older gent and he has the personality of a wet noodle. But he listened to everything I had to say regarding my health issues, and offered up referral suggestions, as well as some procedures I needed to go by in order to go forward with my getting my knee looked after, as well as maintaining neurological care.

He also wrote out all my prescriptions, whether I needed refills on some of them right now or not, so he was quite proactive in all those arenas.

I am well-pleased with him, and I think he's going to work out fine. I'll need to go back to him in a couple of months, at which time I will discuss getting a pap-smear and a mammogram. I have had neither in years and, since I have fibrocystic breast disease, not to mention the one irregular pap I got about a decade ago, I think it may be wise if I pursue an avenue of preventative care.

After the doctor office visit, the Mother Unit and I grabbed a bit, then went to the drug store so I could get my Wellbutrin.

We're in for the evening, soaking up some Defiance and babysitting the beasties. Smidgen has begun to show an interest in Buster. I don't think she would hurt him, or any of the birds, but it's better to err on the side of safety, so I'm keeping an eye on her. I'd never forgive myself if my baby ended up harming the Mother Unit's baby. That would just be...awkward.

Okay, that's it for now. I'm eating some leftover mac'n'cheese, and enjoying the rest of Defiance with the Unit. We may turn in a little early tonight, since neither of us really slept worth one single fuck last night.

There's a possibility we'll be taking Toblerone to a beach-side dog park tomorrow, so we both need our beauty sleep for when we end up on the local news on account of Toby's bad behaviour fucking up the neighbourhood.

Lazy Sunday

Jul. 7th, 2013 04:52 pm
tinhuviel: (Dark Eyes)
After eating a gigantic piece of devil's food chocolate cake and drinking water for breakfast and lunch (the piece of cake was that huge, that I started it as breakfast and finished it as lunch), I got another load of laundry in to wash and am now up here in the Mother Unit's room, chillaxin' and watching Hoarding: Buried Alive.

While the laundry is going, I'm gonna try to get my medicine bottles together for my doctor visit tomorrow. I'm trying really hard to focus on the stuff I need to focus on, so I don't fail to do what needs doing. I want to be as professional with it as I possibly can be, so as to make a decent impression on the doctor and, hopefully, get the help I need.

I've noticed that my ability to think in an organised manner is slowly returning. My thoughts aren't nearly as scattered as they used to be. I think it's a testament to how resilient the human mind can be. To have two years of nothing but steady decline not only cease, but to actually do a 180 and feel the stirrings of rejuvenation, is nothing short of momentous.

The Mother Unit, being so laid back, is more supportive than she may realise. Just her presence and acceptance of me and who I am is priceless to me.

Later on, I think the Mother Unit is going over to Jeanne's. They are planning on seeing a double feature at the local drive-in. Yes, there's a drive-in around here! She asked if I wanted to join them, but I declined. I figure the friends need to have some friend time, and the last thing I want to do is be all up in Mama's grill 24/7. Besides, after the financial obligations I had to meet, I'm already almost broke for the month.

I hope they have a hella good time at the movies. I think the two they're featuring is the new Lone Ranger movie and Monsters University. I've got my fingers crossed that they'll enjoy the flicks, and I'm sure I'll enjoy hanging out with Toby, Smidgen, and the boids. I've downloaded the Augury edit, and I'd very much like to continue working on that while the Unit is off with Jeanne. We'll see what the evening holds.

For now, though, I'm just going with the flow, having some quality time with Smidge, and savouring that mellow sensation you get when you're about to fade into a light sleep.
tinhuviel: (Yay....)
I just got in from taking Toblerone on an investigative walk. He peed on everything he could during the walk, then continued to hike his leg and pretend he had more water to mark stuff when he ran out of juice.

This walk was hopefully going to find me at a bus stop, but my plans failed miserably. When I reached Linbrook Drive and saw no sign, I turned Toby around and headed back to the house. When I got back, I checked how far I had walked. It calculated in at just under 2 miles. Not to shabby for a chick with no right knee, who's not used to walking like she used to.

In other news, I've made an appointment with a potential family doctor for Monday. I'm hoping we get along okay, and I don't have to doctor shop. I hate doing that. The only thing I dread about going to the doctor is all the talking I'll have to do. I've become painfully aware of my accent, even though it's not nearly as thick as those around me in the South. I'm afraid that the more I talk, the more people will think I'm some kind of brainless Redneck. And I'm not. But I know I'll have to talk to the doctor extensively about my medical history, my knee issues, my medications, blah blah blah - and I am going to be so self-conscious.

I'm gonna try not to worry about it. I'm going to try to enjoy this glorious cloudy day, as they're rare in these parts. And I'm going to work on this Cadmus/Orphaeus short I've been dabbling in for a while. ::firm nods::


May. 16th, 2012 11:06 am
tinhuviel: (Cliffs of Insanity)
After playing phone tag with the appointment coordinator for new patients, I finally got to talk to her and she has set me up an appointment with a doctor/therapist that works primarily in the fields of depression and grief. I go next week on the 22nd at 2:15. Since the place is in a part of Greenville about which I'm almost completely ignorant, I've asked Diane to ride shotgun with me and read the directions to me on the way over there. And, considering what I'm going for and what I'll be talking about, I'm pretty certain I'm gonna be too much of a mess to drive home safely, so Diane will drive back and stick around until I'm able to drive her back home.

I'm really relieved that I'm finally going to get some help with this. Almost nine months of crippling depression and grief is quite enough for anyone to deal with almost completely alone. Truth be told, if it hadn't been for you guys, my Internet family, I probably would not be here right now. You've been such a comfort and joy to me over the past few months, I can't imagine being without any of you. So major thanks and props to every last one of you. I just hope that someday I can repay you in kind in any way I can, no matter how small and insignificant my contribution will probably be.

I'll be writing about what goes on at this new doctors as things develop. Here goes nothing!
tinhuviel: (Asthma Hound Chihuahua)
Try black and black. I had to go back to the E/R with my ankle this morning. It was hurting more now than it was when I first sprained it, the splint felt like it had been positioned out of whack (probably because of the way I half-slept last night), and the whole area just basically didn't feel right at all.

When the doctor took my splint and ace bandage off, revealed beneath was a huge-ass swollen ankle and foot, and the ankle and heel were so badly bruised, the colouring was dark black. The bruises span from the top of my foot near the ankle, to around the outside of my ankle and foot, and the edge of my heel. Dr. Roy very gently tried to move my foot to and fro to make certain it wasn't any sort of break, and it doesn't seem to be be so, but he commented that this was one of worst sprains he'd ever seen.

So he went and called the orthopaedist I'm supposed to go see on 5 July and discussed my situation. My appointment was rescheduled for 9 a.m. tomorrow. Until then, I'm supposed to keep the splint on and in the correct position as best as I can, and I was prescribed a stronger pain medication, Endocet, to deal with the godawful pain I'm enduring from this sprain. It feels like a Depression-era ex-con is pounding a rusty railroad spike through the bottom of my heel and up through my leg bone.

Right now, though, that's not so much the case. I took some of that Endocet and I'm not feeling much of anything but goofy. So hells to the yeah.
tinhuviel: (Angry Writer)
After the nurses at the original orthopaedic office to which I was referred checked my x-rays, I was informed I couldn't wait that long to see a doctor, so I referred to a Dr. Gill, who will be seeing me on 5 July. It'll probably be then when I find out if I actually have a hairline fracture instead of the sprain from hell. I'm pretty pleased with the change in doctors anyway because Dr. Gill is in with the Village at Pelham group and his office is actually closer to my home than Dr. Grady's office is. So I think it's gonna work out better this way.

I'm hurting like a sonnamabeetch, though. Crutches and I do not get along very well at all, and Toby has decided that my elevated left leg is a launch pad to Oahu, Hawaii. Every time he flings himself off my leg, I want to kick his ratty ass, but I am unable to kick wind out of a balloon right now...not that I'd ever kick any critter, except maybe a millipede, if I could bring myself to get close enough to kick the creepy ass thing.

But I'm rambling, 'cos I'm getting drunk, thanks to being in paaaaaiiiiinnnnn. I just don't want to do anything but shuffle aimlessly through Teh Intarwebs like a crabby old half-demented hag in curlers, pink fuzzy house slippers, and a night gown with the hem half out. I currently have no purpose except to finish watching the last season of Battlestar Galactica and beginning the five epic seasons of Babylon 5. That'll keep my mind off nearly snapping my left foot off at the ankle in the parking lot of the BP.


Aug. 10th, 2010 09:14 am
tinhuviel: (Frustration)
I've been trying to get my prescriptions from Pfizer for the past two weeks. I've either had to wait on the doctor to fill her portion out or fill out additional paperwork. Then I had to wait for a week for the doc to fax everything. Now I find out that, since my eligibility runs out at the end of next month, I have to reapply for the Connection to Care program before they will proceed to fill my prescriptions. I've been out of Lyrica for going on a month now. I can hardly move. I don't want to move. But they're making me move by jumping through hoops just to get a little bit of help. For Bob's sake, this is ridiculous.
tinhuviel: (happyhappyjoyjoy)
Generally just Un.

I have an appointment with a therapist for what I don't even know. Her name is Elizabeth Mantle and I'm supposed to be there at 11:00. I'm hoping to rush whatever she has planned so I can be home to watch The Mother Unit graduate. She deserves this degree, working so hard for it. I suggested she come out here to celebrate, but I doubt she will. There's nothing for her here. You can watch her get her just desserts right here: http://www.phoenix.edu/students/graduation.html

I'm listening to the 70s pop mix on Genius iTunes. It's rocking me out, at least in my head. If I tried to get up and do a dance, I'd fall flat of my arse.

Okay, I'm a goner for now. Gotta listen to 'Disco Inferno' and pump myself full of caffeine for the day's festivities. :|
tinhuviel: (Here is the news!)
The subject line means nothing. I just thought it sounded funny. I know why I'm on this planet, at least partially. I'm here to observe and write down what I see. The problem is, I suck at it.

I just got finished drinking my second Loca Mocha, courtesy of Monster. Why O why did I drink these coffees so close to bedtime? And why did I wake up this morning with O Brother where Art Thou on my mind? And that song, that accursed Bluegrass song sung by George Clooney and his bros? Of course, that just led me to thinking about Fargo, another Coen Brothers movie. Then I got to thinking how much I'd love to throw the hillbillies from O Brother where Art Thou into Fargo's wood chipper of doom. Then this made me wonder how many people Scott has wanted to throw in the wood chipper of doom because they've made some snide wood chipper comment upon learning he's from Fargo.

And what was it I just wrote? Jesus Christ, I'm out of control! It must be the caffeine kicking my arse.

I'm still waiting for the lyrics to the new Shriek songs so I can go ahead and write the song-by-song review. Barry said they were coming shortly and I haven't heard from him since. In the meantime, I'm listening to the songs and letting myself immerse in the different sounds of a couple of them. Barry warned that the new album would be radically different from the other Shriek albums and, even though the sound is a little different, you can still tell it's Shriekback. Any fan will love it and I plan on doing my best to bring in new fans, like I always do. I just don't want to write the song-by-song review until I have the lyrics, so I can quote the songs correctly.

Speaking of lyrics, I'm having to remove all the non-Shriek lyrics from The Blood Crown as I proofread. I only have permission for the Shriek lyrics, so everything else must go. Poo on that. I've always loved prefacing a chapter with song lyrics. I definitely did so with The Augury of Gideon. Every chapter is prefaced with a Shriek lyric ~~ BOOYAH, baby, BOOYAH!

Just in case someone didn't notice my announcement from the other day, I've finished The Vampire Relics the other day. This is pretty much how I wrote The Augury of Gideon. I don't think I'll ever be the same again.

Jen Olive is looking for an apartment and a roomie in Swindon for the Summer. I told her I would if she didn't mind my writing (see above). Of course, I can't do it, but I can dream. Imagine...hanging out in Swindon with Stuart and Barry, meeting Andy Partridge, and who knows what other mischief I could get into? I'm so jealous, but so very happy for Jen. She deserves it, she's such a good musician.

Thanks to the Mother Unit, I'm going to see an orthopaedic doctor tomorrow. I intend to take whatever anti-inflammatory he gives me. I don't care if it rots my stomach clean out, I'm tired walking like Granny Clampett after a gang bang.

I think this is the end of my babbling because I haven't anything else to say...at least I don't think so.

Just begun

Jun. 21st, 2010 05:35 pm
tinhuviel: (Cadmus Pariah)
I've begun to proof The Blood Crown. This is so damned tedious. I feel like Barry after he's made a record. Okay, it's done, now someone else worry with while I go do something fun like hang from a tree and get my arm broken!

In all seriousness, I'm going to go crazy (er) by reading this manuscript. It's over 110,000 words long and I'm only 400 words in and have changed a couple of things. And I have to read "The Sainted Confessor" in this blood book too. It's bad enough that I read it along with [livejournal.com profile] gunslingaaahhh and [livejournal.com profile] luvthyjoker and it got me pegged as a fucking lunatic, but I also had to read it in order to incorporate it into the overall narrative. Now that I'm finished writing, I get to read the whole thing over again. Not bloody fair.

Speaking of beginnings, I have an appointment with a new orthopaedic surgeon tomorrow. It's a non-American las name that I now cannot remember, so I'll just call him Dr. M until Thursday when I'll learn it officially. I like having doctors from overseas. They seem to have their heads screwed on a little straighter than American doctors and they don't charge as much. Maybe the money the Mother Unit sent me can go for paying off more doctor's bills. Ah, my life ~ nothing like it!

Continuing on the theme of beginnings, I'm thinking about a new story. I'm not sure if it'll be a short story or a novel. I might write a bunch of short stories and just have an anthology. My patience wanes with the the novel. The only reason I stuck with The Vampire Relics like I did was because God Almighty was pushing me onward and upward. Okay, it was Cadmus threatening me. Whichever, it's done now, except for the booooooring edits. I thank god every day for [livejournal.com profile] gunslingaaahhh.
tinhuviel: (Khaaaaaan!!)
My knee never got better from my fall about a month ago. It's still badly swollen and I can't hardly put my weight on it. The urgent care doc suggested I go see Dr. Funderburk, so I emailed the Mother Unit for the money, which will be $250, not counting the prescriptions and injections. What a party that's gonna be. I'm waiting to call him in the next few minutes. He's right down the road so I won't be wasting too much gas. I expect the doc to look at my X-rays and go O_O, like they all do. If he wants to give me new knees, I'm all for it yo.

Away We Go

Jun. 18th, 2010 07:18 am
tinhuviel: (Can't Stop Writing)
I got a call last week from Mental Health. The doctor wants to see me about my latest lab tests. I'm pretty sure he's going to tell me that I'm borderline diabetic and I'll need to be taken of the Zyprexa. Fair enough. Just give me something equally as good to that will make me sleep, and we'll be good, Doc. If he starts in on this weak crap, I'm going to remind him that I'm intractable and it takes an act of God to get me to sleep. If there's nothing out there, just keep me on Zyprexa and give me freakin' insulin. I'd rather be a diabetic that can sleep than a crazy person with raccoon eyes and low blood sugar. This doctor, Dr. Smith, looks like Sigmund Freud. Oddly enough, he has a Sigmund Freud action figure on his desk.

Aunt Tudi and I have some other errands to run after I see the doc. We should be in early, though, and I've got my writing to do. I've already gotten about 250 written and am in a good spot to launch viciously back into the narrative. Things are looking up from yesterday's blah-ness.
tinhuviel: (Cliffs of Insanity)
So I saw my therapist today, one Dr. Forstoefel. He looks like John Noble of Lord of the Rings and Fringe fame. This is counterproductive for me, considering that I find John Noble strangely fascinating. But I have this thing for mad scientists, as [livejournal.com profile] dr_nebula is well aware. So...

He has finally finally finally changed my meds. I've been taken off the zombie meds that have crippled my writing muscles. I am now on Cymbalta. He asked me about any manic states I may have experienced in the past few years. Although few and far between, I have experienced them. So I told him about them. He seems to think I may be on the depressed side of bi-polar, so he's trying me on Lamictal as well. And he gave me Seroquel to help me sleep. We'll see how that works tonight.

All in all, I like this doc. He's soft-spoken and listens. And it doesn't hurt that he looks like Walter from Fringe. Not one bit. What can I say? I'm strange.
tinhuviel: (Cadmus Wrath)
Been asleep for most of the day. Going back now. Blah. Internet has been spotty. I did see the mail order bride thing. Ha. Staff of Cadmus is about to make an appearance. Planning on writing to Barry to nudge him to join VR 'cos he's absent-minded about such. Really. New meds kicking my ass. Hard. I sleep now.
tinhuviel: (Card Kill You)
Had to run some errands today, doctor-related crap. Still trying to get all my medical records from the bevy of doctors who have treated me and it's like pulling eye teeth. GAH! Anyway, I went by the big PO today and in the box was a really cool, sweet card (not like the one in the icon...) from [livejournal.com profile] popfiend. It made me smile a lot, which was cool. So thanks, you big lug of a Jedi dude! You made this put-out Sith a little less irksome today.


Apr. 6th, 2009 07:41 am
tinhuviel: (Farce)
I take Aunt Tudi to the hand doctor this morning. Her hands are an arthritic mess that she can barely use. When you're a human and you can't use your hands, you may as well be driven off into the hills by angry tribesmen and left to die that lonely death of Natural Selection. Instead, though, I'm taking her to the doctor. After leaving Dr. Essman, we need to go by the big PO and the dentist, so I can pay for my Big Bodacious Tooth Yankin' from a month or so ago.

Then home, at which time I will be writing more on JF9. It's time J checks out of Arkham. The place is a bore.

Before any of this transpires, though, I'm enjoying a nice cuppa and some cheese Danish. The Dutch the conjured the Danish after trying to invent the Perfect Munchie to have handy once their tokin' took effect.

The End

Nov. 14th, 2008 11:44 pm
tinhuviel: (Farce)
I resigned from the Dollar General tonight. After days of disregard for what is essentially a disability, I decided enough was enough. So I'm not going back. I don't have insurance anymore, but at least I'm established with Dr. Adams-Hudson now, which is fantastic. She agreed that I could not continue with the DG job.

I'm putting our future in the hands of the Goddess here. The Sally Foster gig ends in just a few weeks. After that, I will have no job. At least Dr. Adams-Hudson has me on an anti-depressant (Effexor) and an anti-anxiety medicine (Klonopin). We'll see if they work and I can function like a normal person if given half the chance to work in an office environment again.
tinhuviel: (Asthma Hound Chihuahua)
Dr. Yost doesn't seem to think anything is broken in there. I just have a serious muscle strain that I need to slowly work out. He sent me home with more pain medication and the advice to come back if I wasn't markedly better within 10 days. At that time, an X-Ray may be in order. For now, though, I may be out of the woods once I start loosening up.

When Aunt Tudi and I got home, we saw on the news that the Dow is down over 700 points and the Nasdaq is down almost 200 points. So I'm thinking that we should all invest in KY-Jelly stock, or the lube of your choice, because it's obvious to me that we're all SKA-REWED! Whee!

tinhuviel: (Asthma Hound Chihuahua)
It's still thin on the ground here in the Southeast. I keep hearing about people having one hell of a time finding a station with any supply at all. Inman, a mid-size town near Duncan was completely dry a few days ago. Ingles is still out of gas, but I think that's the only Duncan station that's had no supply. I had to wait in line for about thirty minutes to get my weekly tank full but, unlike most of the idjits in line with me, I turned my car off until it was time to move up in queue. I get a fill-up once a week, maybe longer if I'm able to stretch the gas. I have a 12-gallon tank, I think, and it takes around $35 to $40 to fill it up, depending on how badly the oil companies are gouging the public on any given day. I can get about 320-350 miles on a tank of gas, which isn't too shabby, especially since this is during the time I'm using the A/C as well. That mileage will go up starting this next month when the air is cooler and I won't have to run the A/C for Aunt Tudi. I'm not hoarding, topping-off, or any of that other monkey business perpetrated by my fellow Southerners. I'm just trying to muddle along in a business-as-usual sort of mindset and hope that I don't run out of gas before I can find some, should the shortage get extreme.

One trip I wasn't planning on making is the the trip to my doctor today at 1:30. He's in Spartanburg, about 8 miles away. That's 16 miles I really can't afford right now, but I have no choice. My head is about to fly off my freakin' shoulders. I'm kind of dreading seeing Dr. Yost today. He's been a little testy with me lately because of my special case status combined with my increased health issues. I can understand his frustration, but I'm wondering if I should seek out an internist instead of trying to stick with a family practitioner. While I still have the DG insurance, I might want to get myself established with someone like that pronto. It's just a matter of finding the time to do it. Every spare minute I have, I spend trying to relax and unwind from the hellaciousness of RL.
tinhuviel: (Mongo)
One of my all-time favourite movies is on USA right now: Event Horizon. I will watch this movie every chance I get. When we switched to DVD, it was the first DVD I bought. That one scene where they finally decode the ship's log and see what happened when the gravity drive was engaged, then Laurence Fishburne (who is always THE MAN) said, "We're leaving" is the best scene not just in this movie but any damned movie EVAR. The deadpan reaction to the utter mayhem is priceless. PRICELESS.

And then there are so many good looking men in this film:
Laurence Fishburne
Sean Pertwee (who has the second best line: "This ship is fucked.")
Sam Neill
Richard T. Jones (who has the third best line: "Don't hit me!" and the fourth best line: "Would you like something hot and black inside you?")
Jason Isaacs (who should play Barry Andrews in a movie, any movie, please dammit, I said please!)

If I ever get a pair of fake eyes, trust me, there will be a "liberate tutemae ex inferis" icon. That'd be fun. Really fun.

Today, I feel like warmed over shit on shit. I fell yesterday, did I mention? Fell...right...down...but I didn't break my crown. Almost, but not quite. I have a bruise on my face and one on my forehead, and I have several bruises on my bad knee, which should go over very well with the orthopaedist on Friday. And I hurt. Oh how I hurt. I'm not going into how or why I fell. I don't like to embarrass myself over clumsiness. Suffice to say I am not fucking amused.

Have yet to make it to the post office. Thought about going yesterday, then it occurred to me that I was not able to because of the holiday. Maybe I'll go on Friday. I have so many things to mail there. And I also need to get the passport thingamabob rolling. My problem is that I have less than zero motivation. LESS than. I'd like to say all I want to do is sleep, but I really don't want to do that either. I have no inclination to do anything. It would take The Alpaca Lips to get my arse in gear. Guess that's why I'm so keen on having a good ole Alpaca Lips.

Okay, now we're watching Judge Judy kick everybody's arse. Judge Judy never fails to cheer me up.

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