Dec. 17th, 2010 11:40 am
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I'm going into the hospital next Tuesday for a minor operation. This morning, I got my pre-surgery blood tests done. Just the standard things -- blood count, type-and-screen, one last pregnancy test because they never believe you when you say you're not.

Just got results back, and my blood type is not what I've always been told it is. I've always been A+ and this test says O+. I've had other surgeries and been typed before. In school, I volunteered for a friend who was doing a report on blood typing. I even still have the little bracelet from when I was born, with "A+" on it. I'm pretty sure that doesn't mean "good job."

I've never had a transfusion, I've never had a transplant. In researching, I'm discovering that "an individual's blood type does not normally change. But interpretations of results using more sophisticated reagents or techniques may lead to an apparent change."

It's not as though the difference matters. If I need a transfusion I'd be getting O, and that's fine if I'm O or if I'm A. Still, I'm a little (a lot) weirded out.

Can I request a recount? I'm going to call the lab and try.

Update: The lab technician still has my tube, ran it again, and says all is in order. But that they'll do another screening when I get there for my surgery, just to doublecheck.

lapis_lazuli022: (sword)
Not because of the movies themselves. We saw Beowulf this afternoon. I liked it. The animation was mostly a thrill ride through uncanny valley but I enjoyed the script for what it was and found the environmental effects beautiful and well done.

No, movies are fine. I just don't think I want to see movie trailers anymore.

Today we had trailers for Cloverfield and I Am Legend, and I'm not linking to them deliberately because I don't want to get close enough to them to look them up. I see that it's popular to destroy New York City for cinema again, and I want no part of it. Maybe it's cute to other people, people who weren't there or who've never been there. Maybe it's more engaging to the audience when you pick landmarks people know in abstract or visited once as tourists, and blow those things up or show them in ruins.

Maybe it makes thrilling cinema for other people, but I've been there, done that, gotten the chronic health condition and the FEMA therapist and the PTSD and I'm done, thanks. Show your movies to the people who sign on for that ride. I opt to bail out and take the kiddie door back to the carousel, and I don't care how weak or stupid it makes me look. I'm damaged, I'm not going to pretend I'm not, and while this takes a backseat in everyday life and I've beaten it down to the point where I can function, function well, and not think about it anymore, anyone who's been there can tell you it's never fucking going away.

If I go to see the movie, then fine, I accept whatever's in the movie. When I go to see a different movie and I'm not prepared, I don't want to be bombarded with the fact that my trauma is the rest of the world's cheap thrill.

I'll be over here, waiting for the video.
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The good news is, it's not a spider bite.

The bad news is, it's shingles (aka, adult chickenpox). It's funny because when we bought our condo 8 years ago, Matt got shingles from the moving stress, so now apparently it's my turn.

Shingles is not contagious the way chickenpox is. It occurs only among people who have already had chickenpox, triggered internally by extreme stress and the accompanying immune system weakness. The only way to catch it is to come into contact with the fluid from the blisters, and even then, it will not transmit shingles. It will transmit chickenpox to people who've never had it, and do nothing to people who have.

So at least I know that everyone I saw at New Years' should be safe, whether they had chickenpox as children or not. (whew)

And at least I know that there are no rogue spiders running around my apartment, and that my arm is not going to turn plaid and fall off. At least, not from this.

It's painful. Very. Treatment is to take pain killers and wait it out, so I guess I'll be doing that.

I'm really, really glad I got it seen to. From the way it stings, I was assuming it was a spider bite. I never would have guessed.
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There's a painful, angry cluster of tiny blisters on the heel of my hand that look like a spider bite. I'm heading out to do some errands, and one of them is stopping at the walk-in clinic across the street to get a ruling on what this is and what to do about it.

Looking up medical info on the web is like stepping into a big vat of Med Student Disease. I don't think this is a Brown Recluse bite. I don't think my arm is going to turn plaid and fall off. I do think it hurts, and that a real person who can look at it for real will have a better idea of what it is and what to give me for it.

I still have my insurance from my old job, but unfortunately it only covers me for doctors' visits in my old state. I'm covered for emergencies, and I think for prescriptions, but I'll have to do this one out of pocket. It's okay, though. I've gotten into this panicked penny-pinching mindset after having been forced into it for several months, but with the house finally sold, I have the resources to look after my health when I need to. If someone can help, it'll be worth it.

If I'm up to it, after, I'll get my hair cut (finally) and see about ordering prescription sunglasses -- two errands that I've been waiting for mall traffic to ease before attempting.

Other than the bite, I'm having a pleasant enough start to the year. Looks like I'll be having company visit next month, and I might be traveling to visit one of my closest friends soon after. There's local stuff to get involved with, starting thursday and keeping us busy this weekend, and real honest local friends. The living room is almost clean enough for visitors, and the apartment feels roomy and comfortable again.

And now I'm off to take care of myself, and maybe treat myself afterwards. It's been a hard few months, but this is the prize we've had our eye on the whole while, and it seems to be well worth the trouble, so far. I'm glad we're out here. We needed this.
lapis_lazuli022: (qow - zzzzz)
Tuesday morning I felt iffy, tuesday afternoon I felt lousy, and tuesday night the stomach flu hit full force. I curled up in bed with my laptop, staying mildly connected in between drifting off to sleep for five minutes and waking up just in time to run to the bathroom. Finally around 3:30am my stomach stopped rejecting stuff, though the high fever lasted well into wednesday, and I didn't go to work.

I managed to crawl back in today, though I wasn't good for much. Still not feeling good for much, but at least I'm feeling more human again. That's a start.

My comfort food when I'm sick, really sick, is orange gatorade. Powerade is fine too, but it has to be orange. Not having any of either to hand, I decided that orange jello was the next best thing. Luckily we have plenty of jello in the house and it's the easiest thing to make, even when you're shaking and you can't see straight. I've been pretty much living on jello for the last two days. Jello, water, tea... spelt toast occasionally, or a handful of spelt pretzels. I tried soup broth for lunch today and my stomach didn't like that too much, so it was back to toast and jello for dinner. Which is fine with me. If my stomach isn't complaining, neither am I.

I watched a West Wing disc last night, so I can finally return that to Netflix. I was actually a little disappointed at the end of the 4th episode that my marathon was cut short and I didn't have the next one to continue on with. I also know I'm not feeling well when West Wing makes me cry. After I was done, I carefully stacked both remotes (TV and VCR) on Matt's nighttable. There was an early morning crash which I identified as remotes falling to the floor (kitten-induced), but today I can only find one of the remotes. No clue where the second one's gone off to. I've searched the whole room, save for moving the bed away from the wall. That can wait till Matt gets home tomorrow. I did move the nightstands out, though, and I found my lapis pendant that I'd been pretty sure had been knocked down behind. So the exploration wasn't a total loss.

I'm feeling a little under the weather still, and I haven't been sleeping well, so I think I'm going to go crawl back into bed and see if the tiredness hits me.


Feb. 22nd, 2006 04:10 pm
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Last night, soon after dinner, my stomach went over to the enemy side.

Thinking about it, it started much earlier in the day. I was having a low blood sugar reaction around noon yesterday that was so bad that my hands were shaking as I was paying for my lunch, even though I didn't eat any later than I ever do. That could be related. Anyway, around eight last night my stomach declared war, and continued to forcefully remove its contents about once an hour until 3am or so.

I don't think it was always like this, but it seems that in the past few years, when I get sick to my stomach, it doesn't happen just once. It has to happen every hour, or two hours, and it sticks to that schedule till it's finished. Once would really be enough for me. Honest.

Finally, in the 3am nausea wave, it passed over me without passing out of me. I was sweating, hands and feet were numb and tingling, fingers clenched painfully in near paralysis, but I kept my water down. From there it got a bit easier, and I gained the presence of mind to realize that the reason I was freezing cold and couldn't get warm wasn't a failure in the space heater, it was because I was feverish. Initial readings showed my temperature at 100.4, but I'd recently had water, so I suspected it was higher. It's ranged up past 101 today. Around noon, I tried to have some jello, and when it stayed down I took some tylenol for the fever. It seems to have finally broken, or at least be lowering. Spelt pretzels have also stayed down, just a handful of them, and I have another container of jello chilling for dinner.

It seems the worst is over, at least. I still feel like crap, but it's only generic crap, not exceptional crap.

lapis_lazuli022: (ring)
Typical: Get a papercut on the very tip of your finger (where they bleed a lot). It happens.

Only me: Slice your wrist on the sharp corner of the first aid box while getting a band-aid for your papercut.

Let's pause for a moment to savour the irony...

(I'm fine. No, really.)
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The basics: It wasn't pleasant, but it wasn't as bad as I expected. According to the doctor, everything looks normal.

I was sedated but aware for the exam. I couldn't feel the probe. I watched it on the screen for a while, which was interesting even though I didn't really understand what I was seeing. ("You are in a maze of twisty turny passages, all alike")

It was all going along fine, and then I suddenly started feeling very intense pain. I complained that it hurt, they gave me more medication, and the next thing I remember I was being wheeled back to my room. The next thing I remember after that, was about two hours later.

The amazing thing about Versed is its amnesiac property. For something like two hours, I was in a loop: I would chat lucidly with Matt for about four minutes, drift off to sleep for a minute, then wake up and ask him the same questions again with no recollection of having just done so, drift off again, and so on.

It still hurts (a LOT) in the place where I felt the pain during the procedure
and I'm a little unsteady, but I'm generally fine. I've just taken some paracetamol with codeine so hopefully the pain will ease off a bit. I've taken today off from work (I warned them that I might need to) and I should probably spend the day in bed - I'm feeling quite banged up and tender on the inside. Still here and in one piece, though, for what it's worth. :)
lapis_lazuli022: (Default)
v. short summary: Ouch.

longer summary later.

No tears

Oct. 23rd, 2001 02:43 am
lapis_lazuli022: (Default)
I can't cry. It doesn't work. I get a little misty, but that's it.

My eye doctor predicted that I probably hadn't been able to cry normally, because of this eye condition. Maybe what I interpreted as stoicism a month ago was actually physiological in nature. I've had one or two real cries since then, but it only happens when I really work up to it. That's unusual for me -- usually the waterworks fall at the slightest trigger - a kind word from a friend, a sappy long distance commercial... anything, really.

I felt that tingling in the bridge of my nose that means my eyes are about to well up, no less than three or four times today, but they didn't. Looking at my whitby photos just now, I felt it again.

I kind of like not crying at everything. Maybe it's not worth how much my eyes hurt, but it's a nice change.


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