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Hey Bacteria: What the Hell?!

Posted 2011.10.12 8.22 in Life On Drugs, Pointless Blather

It’s been a full month now since I first saw my doctor about my left leg. Am I all better now?

No. Not even close. I can’t say for sure if it’s worse or not, but it sure isn’t better.

It hasn’t been a full month of treatment, mind you. Not yet. The first five days were taken up with separate sessions with the x-ray machine, and two different sets of ultra-sounds, by two different technicians, in two different offices.

So treatment-wise, it’ll just be reaching the 4-week mark in a couple days.

Since the treatment started, I’ve had four different antibiotics. Two of them intravenously, three of them in pill form. There was also the NSAID for the inflammation.

Has any of it worked?

I don’t really know. I think the IV was starting to work but then my doctor switched me over to pills.

The pills sure haven’t worked. The first ones didn’t do a darn thing, that’s when I ended up going to the hospital. And since the IV, the pills haven’t done anything either. Not the first lot. And the second lot seems to be coming up useless too.

So hey you bacteriums down there? What the hell do you want from me? Bugger off, I’m done with you jerks!

These guys are jerks.

The score so far:

  • Cephalexin pills: Useless.
  • Naproxen pills: Useless.
  • Cephazolin & Clindamycin¬†together by IV: Maybe helped, a bit.
  • Clindamycin pills: Useless.
  • Ciprofloxacin pills: Useless.

Anti-social psyco-apathy

Posted 2011.03.04 9.57 in Pointless Blather

Ever have one of those days where people just really tick you off? Ever had a whole week full of those days? How about a month?

Like you pay your taxes, the gov’t cashes the cheque, then sends you a notice saying that they never got your payment so they’re charging you interest, and a fine, and you have 2 weeks to respond. So you call them up to try and sort it out, only to be told that your name isn’t on the ‘authorized contact list’ (it’s bizness taxes) and it’ll take a month to push the paperwork through before you’re allowed to talk to them. So you’re name & signature are good enough for sending them money, but when you need some help sorting out a problem, you’re SOL.

Then you have almost the same exact scenario with some company, only instead of not being allowed to talk to them, they have so many separate depts to handle each little thing and they don’t talk to each other. And their planet doesn’t have a concept for ‘we made a mistake’ so if anything did go wrong, it has to be your fault.

Or you order something on the internet and being impatient you select & pay for rush shipping. Only to find out after the fact that a) they didn’t price it right and rush would have cost them too much, so b) they shipped by pack-mule (ground), and c) they did it without telling you before-hand, and d) they didn’t tell you afterwards either, until you queried what was taking so long, and e) only after you called them out on this did they offer a refund for the express shipping, which f) they didn’t actually follow through on, and g) not only does the pack-mule take forever to cross 3000 miles but h) they put the wrong address on the waybill, so i) it takes even longer because after the pack-mule gets lost a few times they finally call and get the correct address, then j) they have to get the pack-mule from where the wrong address was to where the correct address is, which is a long way because k) their mistake on the address wasn’t a small one, it was entirely the wrong city, and l) there’s not a damn thing you can do but hope the thing shows up, eventually, someday.

Nameless faceless people you’ll never see or meet, who screw up on the job, but they never see any ramifications or punishment for their errors. You suffer for their errors, while they are oblivious.

I’m still depressed but I’m not feeling suicidal. I don’t know what the word is for how I’m feeling now. Best way to put it is, the end of the world can’t come soon enough for me. 2012, bring it on. I’ll have a drink in hand, put my feet up, and watch the show.

I dunno, maybe I just need a vacation from reality.