I had that surgery some years ago. Drill up the nose FTW! It took two days in hospital but on the plus side my hormone levels have been normal ever since. Hope it goes well for you!
Nemomen, I’m sorry. I do hope you enjoy your vacation and your treatment goes swimmingly!
Dad is still in the hospital. They gave him a muscle relaxant last night that made him loopy, so he got to stay another night. Now I come in to find out they’re still looking for a cardiac issue when every test previously ruled that out. It seemed to both Dad and me that it was a pinched nerve, and I know they want to rule out heart issues, but still… I’m scared, worried, and frustrated, and I wish I knew WTF was going on but as usual information is being hoarded like it was gold. And I missed the doctor’s visit this morning, so I don’t know what he said.
yay
Gaaahhhh, they’re the worst for that! Can’t tell you when they’ll be around, don’t come within an even remotely reliable window, and somehow feel giving the pertinent information to the person on drugs is perfectly acceptable.
That’s how I got regular status, killing time waiting on doctors to happen by!
Can you get a front of the line pass at DW with it?
Have one friend with a fairly substantial facial palsy, but he is alive and fuck that brain cancer.
Have a very young friend who started having seizures where they are waiting to see if it is just a congenital mass or an actual growing problem…still waiting on the next set of measurements. fuck you brain cancer
The good and bad news is that my wife’s disabled so we get the GAC as soon as we get to the parks.
Another suicide because Britain puts trans women in men’s prisons where they are abused by staff and other inmates.
This feels petty in light of everybody else’s problems, but I need to vent.
Fuck HOA’s. Just fuck 'em.
That is all.
Nope, that’s the point. Everybody’s gripes are valid.
Fuck yeah. Bastards.
Look for a book by the early 20th century Hungarian Sci Fi author Frigyes Karinthy, Journey Round my Skull. His description of his own tumor surgery (while conscious) is fascinating.
My father was diagnosed with a brain tumor while my mother was pregnant with me. His mother, counseled by her dimwit rabbi, pleaded with him not to have the operation because he would die and his soul would transfer to me. Fortunately, he went under the knife, was fine for another 30+ years, and we had as many souls between us after as before. (This was an example of the weird crap they brought over from the shtetl which caused my father and his siblings to leave the old religion behind, thank the gods.)
Dad’s still in the hospital. There have been a variety of issues, low magnesium (not unusual in 72 year olds), checking blood sugars, etc. But they still haven’t figured out what’s causing the shoulder pain. He was supposed to get an MRI Thursday night, but all the meds he’s on make him groggy and he refused it, so we have to wait for another opportunity to come up. Still not getting a lot of information out of doctors and nurses, still have no idea how much freaking longer it’s going to take before Dad’s better and I can bring him home. And he sleeps a lot, especially during the day and the times I have to visit. So if you’re wondering why I’m all over the bbs lately… well, it passes time and helps me keep some of my sanity, because I am really stressing out over it.
–sorry for the rant. Really needed to vent though.
Sorry to hear this. Why did he refused the MRI? Is he claustrophobic?
I talked to another nurse since I posted that. Apparently he didn’t refuse, but as groggy as he was, he didn’t stay still enough for them to successfully complete the MRI. He’s off to get another one now, and they gave him drugs to put him to sleep so he should get through this one okay. Or that’s what we’re all hoping.
I’ll continue to keep my fingers crossed!
Thank you everyone for all the good wishes!
Awwwww, that is adorable! Thank you!
Unfortunately, they gave Dad too much medication. It didn’t fully knock him out, and he was too groggy to comply. So no MRI again. They may have to give him the meds earlier or fully sedate him first, I don’t know. He’s certainly sleeping now.
Whelp. I had a mammogram (yay), but I need to go back for additional imaging (boo). I had a general physical that same day (yay, with mental health referral), and I have a mole on my back that needs to be removed and biopsied (boo).
IF all goes well, this fuck today is about time and money down the rabbit hole. If it doesn’t go well… you know what? Fuck that, I’m going to assume that I am fine unless I am given specific info to the contrary.
We moved (with a toddler that loves to ‘help’) just before Christmas. My mother in law is visiting for a month (leaves on Monday). My parents visited for a week to help with the moving and cleaning (a hefty dose of criticism at the same time).
I am counting down the days until the house just my little family. I am not counting how many boxes are still unpacked.
Moving sucks.
Too many people in one house sucks even more.