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A Brief Intermission

Posted 2016.02.16 9.53 in Pointless Blather

Taking a little break from this year’s house plants & synth pics show to lower the mood and rant / whinge for a moment.

You know the expression Death By A Thousand Papercuts? Sometimes I feel like that.

Sometimes it seems like I have a thousand relatively minor health problems and individually they’re all quite common or insignificant, the sorts of thing everyone deals with one way or another.

But when there’s so many of them, there’s always at least 2 or 3 that are going at once, and by the time they’re dealt with, 2 or 3 more have already flared up to take their places.

So it’s constant. It’s not always the same thing, but it’s a constant struggle, a constant drain.

And I think sometimes it’d be easier just dealing with one biggie, like cancer or something. Because when you’re having a shit day and tell people that your cancer is flaring up, they understand that and cut you some slack. (*)

But when you’re having a shit day and it’s because [really minor medical inconvenience # 612] is flaring up, people think you’re a lazy-ass crybaby wimp who whines too much. Because they don’t get that it’s just one of a thousand other minor problems and they all add up, or that the last time you felt truly good and healthy was some time before the turn of the century.

Anyhow, I’m not saying I’d rather have cancer or something like that. Just that every little damn thing adds up and really sucks the life out of you, but those little things are all individually no big deal.

Like Spoon Theory – if you don’t know it, look into it. I first read about it in The Bloggess’ book Furiously Happy.

I sort of see it as it’s easy to explain why your cup is almost empty when there’s a huge gaping hole in it (eg. cancer) but when it’s constantly empty because of a thousand microscopic cracks, it’s harder to understand or explain.

Anyways, I just wanted to get this out. I’m in pain for what feels like the 7524th day in a row, and it’s not huge pain, but it’s enough to remind me that I don’t really want to endure another few thousand more days like this.

* Note: I’m not sure chronicly healthy people even really grasp it in those ‘big’ situations.

My dad was very healthy right up untill he died of cancer, and even then the only part of him that was sick was his lungs, where the cancer was. A couple days before he died, he told me he remembered one time years ago when I couldn’t keep up with him walking, because my asthma was acting up.

He admitted, at the time, he thought I was just lazy and out of shape. It wasn’t till he was laying there dying of lung cancer that he actually understood how debilitating it was, to have trouble breathing.

I’m not saying every healthy person is as oblivious as he was, just suggesting that unless you’ve actually experienced poor health yourself, you maybe don’t fully get how utterly taxing it can be.

Three Weeks!

Posted 2013.01.29 9.59 in Pointless Blather

So today is the three week anniversary, if you’re the sentimental type. Three weeks that my pneumonia and I have been together.

Wish I could say the time’s been glorious and wonderful, but it’s actually been exactly the opposite of that.

Yeah, pneumonia. I thought it was probably a cold at first, then as it kept getting worse I figured flu. By day 9 I was feeling absolutely dreadful so I went and saw the doctor, and she decided it was pneumonia.

10 days of expensive antibiotics later I was feeling maybe kind of sort of better. A bit. A few days on from that and I’m still taking OTC cold&flu pills to fight the symptoms. They don’t work great, but I tried not taking them and that was much worse.

After 21 days it’s starting to get hard to remember what it’s like not to be short of breath, not to be coughing all the time, not to feel exhausted after inconsequential things like getting dressed & ready for work.

I was really hoping to be feeling better by now too; the next couple weeks are going to be really busy at work and it’s going to flat out suck if I’m feeling like this the whole time.

Damn Flu

Posted 2013.01.16 10.32 in Pointless Blather

This being-sick stuff really sucks.

After running down the symptoms I’m pretty sure my coughbugvirusflu thing is the flu.

It’s been over a week and I don’t feel any better at all. Still have a sore throat. Still feel it in my lungs. I wake up a half dozen times a night feeling like my lungs are full of cobwebs and clumps of wet dust.

Can barely talk. Exhausted, much more so than usual. The thought of doing anything at all just fills me with weariness.

My everything hurts.

I don’t think this so-called flu medicine is doing anything, but I’m afraid to stop taking it incase it is helping and stopping it would make things much worse.

Feeling like a wimp for being so badly whupped by this bug.

Still Here. Dammit.

Posted 2013.01.11 12.18 in Life On Drugs, Pointless Blather

So anyways, the world didn’t end on December 21st. Or on the 31st. Or even on the 25th.

The whole apocalypse thing was a complete bust.

Everything just kept on keeping on, same as always.

It’s the one scenario I was completely unprepared for, too.

Now to top it off, I’ve got some kind of coldvirusbugflu thing that’s kicking the crap out of me. I’m feeling dead sick, dead tired, and the world continues to exist with all its demands and responsibilities.

Being sick and still having to face all the pressures that didn’t go away when the world didn’t end, is starting to slide me back into that dark pit of depression again. Not sure I ever got fully out of it, but for a little while there I wasn’t feeling it so heavily.

Hence the lack of updates here. Not counting this one.

A Lesson Learned

Posted 2012.04.18 8.13 in Cats, Pointless Blather

Recently, I’ve been thinking about some custom T-shirt designs. So the conversation this morning went something like this:

Me: Hey cat, how’d you like to be on a T-shirt?

Misha: Meh. I was on a bunch of T-shirts last night, it’s nothing special.

Me: … Um what?

Misha: On the sofa. They were comfy.

Sometimes, I’m a bit lazy and my clean clothes get from the dryer to the sofa (where I sort them out) but then don’t quite get from the sofa to the closet or dresser.

Me: You were sleeping on my clean clothes. I should have put them away.

Misha: They’re not clean.

Me: Yes they are, I just did laundry the other day remember?

Misha: No, I mean, I was sick last night.

Me: …

Misha: Not my fault. You should have put them away.

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.

Tastes Like Plastic

Posted 2011.10.10 19.15 in Life On Drugs, Pointless Blather

Frozen “General Tsao” chicken, and microwave rice.

After suffering alone all day long in pain from my leg, it’s the best I could manage for dinner.

If I was designing the packaging, the phrase “You Can Really Taste The Plastic!” would feature prominently. Perhaps inside an exciting gold star, or in bright friendly red letters.

Thank the Gods for Sriracha sauce, otherwise this would have been a really crappy thanksgiving dinner.