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Posted in body, cancer, health, how to, life, rant with tags , , , , on June 5, 2010 by bosquechica

But will keep brief. I’ve been exhausted to the point of collapse for several years now. I actually fall asleep while driving at times (usually I pull over and sleep for about 15 minutes). It’s been hellish and miserable and I have not felt like myself for a ridiculously long time.

My doctor sent me to get some blood drawn, and I added a check mark (after the fact) for a blood test I wanted done that my doctor has consistently neglected to run, in spite of my requests. It’s an “integrative health clinic”, and they always want me to take my temperature for three weeks and do elimination diets and blahblablah.

Got the results back. The box I checked? Yep, that was it.

Simple tiny pill every morning. Typical results of the single little pill? Increased energy, reduced pain, reduced risk of heart disease and diabetes, lowered cholesterol, weight loss, better sleep, healthier hair, skin and nails.  

Why the hell is health care so hard to manage? Why are women discounted so utterly? Why in god’s name have I been put at risk of serious complications because some nitwit didn’t want to do the most obvious possible test for a middle-aged woman with textbook symptoms and a history of facial radiation?

Geez fucking Louise.

Just thyroid. That fucking simple. Not rocket science, not a character flaw, not my lifestyle (my lifestyle is healthy and productive, thank you very much).

You want something done, you gotta do it yourself.

I’ll let you know how it turns out.

 

2 a.m.

Posted in family, life-n-death, pets, Uncategorized with tags , , , , on November 15, 2007 by bosquechica

It’s 2 a.m. I am not good at sleeping, generally. My rule around this is don’t get online in the middle of the night!

I’m going to see my mother tomorrow (later today). She went to the emergency room yesterday with what she thought was a TIA (transient ischemic attack, mini-stroke), but is apparently some kind of leukemia. She’ll be frantic about the schnauzers.

My brother Steve is there — he lives next door to her and has been her primary caregiver and companion for several years now. We’ve been trying to get both of them to move out here so we can help, but that has stalled for various reasons. Steve says he feels unreal, like he’s hovering about six inches above his own body. Common feeling during medical stress.

I’ve been information mining — what kind of leukemia? course of treatment? prognosis? — but in the absence of more specific medical information I’m just spinning my wheels.

I’m going back to bed. The rules still more or less apply.