The time has come for me to dance with the devil in the pale moonlight. Oh, wait. I already did that. (He stepped on my toes and had halitosis, by the way.) No, actually the time has come for me to spend quality time with my dentist, and by "quality time" I of course mean "all of my money." So that's what I'll be doing today, and I'm all kinds of excited. Well, "excited" may be the wrong word. I am looking forward to not being in pain anymore. Might that happen? Hope springs eternal. As long as it's not on the left side of my jaw, that is. I've know for years and years that my dentist wanted...
So today I was still sick, and like a responsible human who has been threatened by her husband if she doesn't call the damn doctor already I called my doctor and went in to chat with her about this little problem where it's become difficult to breathe, lately. To her credit, my doctor was a little alarmed about that. As I sat there and bemoaned the fact that I have really been working really hard on getting fit this year, I've lost weight and started exercising regularly and STILL I seem to get sick all the time... she looked at her computer and looked at me and helpfully offered, "You...
I had a cold, and it went away, and then it came back, because I am the Amazing Immune System Free Lady! Step right up and watch me get sick from everything! You'd think I spend my free time licking grocery cart handles, or something. Anyway, today is a busy day AND I feel like crud, so instead of eating lunch I took a nap (hooray for being self-employed), and then I decided to just stay in bed with my laptop. Monkey got home from school and was very concerned, and I assured him I'm fine, I'm just sort of resting because my head is full of snot. He patted my arm and stroked my hair and told...
Today I am over at Five Full Plates, bragging about how I'm getting myself back into the fitness groove I loathe so much. It's going surprisingly well, actually. I meant, except for the part where I nearly died. (I didn't really nearly die. I just felt like I was going to. Because I'm a drama queen.) Extra bonus unrelated story snippet: Part of Monkey's accommodation at school is that he has a laptop so he can keyboard instead of writing. His laptop also has Internet. And Monkey spends a lot of time on his laptop, because he's allowed to use it whenever he's done with his work, and Speedy...
I've been mildly ill for, oh, I don't know... a month? Close to a month. Just sort of generally crappy-feeling. Tired. Blecky. (That's a scientific term, by the way.) Sore throat. And then this weird thing where biting down on my left side caused pain to shoot through my jaw and into my ear. So I did the logical thing, which was to go see my doctor. Except not really; it took me a month to go see my doctor, during which time I just chewed on the right and complained a lot. But after basically laying around like a dying swan for most of the weekend, Otto insisted I go to the doctor, so I did....
Well, I was really hoping to give you some sort of definitive THIS IS THE ANSWER sort of update after our latest appointment in regards to Chickadee's skin, but I should've known it wouldn't happen that way. I mean, we've been trying to figure out this rash for three years now; what's the big hurry? The good news is that we started out there seeing the doctor who was taking new patients, rather than the one it had been recommended we see. And after two appointments, we ended up seeing the recommended doctor because our regular doctor was unavailable. And apparently the fourth time's the...
I appreciate all of the commiseration on yesterday's post. Misery truly does love company, and slogging through the tween/teen trenches is made a bit easier by knowing that many of you are dealing with similar issues. (Though I must say that my dad's comment on my behavior at that age was a nice touch. Ahem.) Thusly bolstered, I was ready to get back to Doing For Her Highness; specifically, I was ready to play another round of Medical Telephone on her behalf. When we last left off in the rash saga, the New Specialist was leaning heavily towards a nickel allergy, even though Chickadee has...
It's nearly July, in the third summer of my daughter's Mystery Rash Saga, and we are still stumped. When we last left off, the doctors suspected sun allergy, but then in a follow-up phone call amended that to "maybe it's just a sensitivity to chemical sunscreens." We were instructed to ditch our old sunblock and buy only the kind that uses a physical barrier rather than a chemical one, and told that within a month we should see an improvement if one was going to happen. We dutifully replaced all of our cheap sunblock and crossed our fingers. As soon as Chickadee finished the last round of...
Today we went back to Emory for the second time, to talk about Chickadee's mystery skin condition. (Pretend that I linked back to the previous relevant posts on this subject. That will also require pretending I am not typing this in the car on my teeny tiny piece of crap netbook, and also that I'm a lot more organized than I actually am. And also that I'm in a better mood, which I'm not, which is also sort of the point here.) You may recall---and we're pretending I linked to the post about---they'd put her on a new medication and I thought it was working right up until she busted out in a...
