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I don't remember the day they put the angry old man on a low-sodium and low-fluid diet, but I do remember what followed: a lament that he couldn't survive on restaurant food anymore, an admission of a complete inability to cook and goddammit he wasn't gonna start now, and patient care workers suggesting things like Meals On Wheels and Better Meals ( Read more... )

So by now, some of you are wondering what the Hell happened. Well, so am I. One day, I'm about to go in for eye surgery--a few weeks later, I'm getting out of the hospital with an infected liver. Well, without going into too much detail, some serious shit went down in those three weeks. The Ketorolac I was given post-surgery gave me some ( Read more... )

I'm home. Arrived yesterday afternoon via a ride from a visiting Manday. Without going into too many details--those are forthcoming--I'm now battling a liver infection. This changes nothing and everything at once--and I'm scared where I'm supposed to be strong, weak and tired where I'm supposed to be alive and active. I know this is a stage and ( Read more... )

The first time the surgeon's office called me, I was in the middle of the love and unity that was VIFF 2009. Working, seeing movies, hanging out at Blenz--you know, living for once in my gotdamned life. And the date for my possible surgery? The very last day of the festival. Um, no. Maybe? Yes? I didn't know. I mean, here I was enjoying life for ( Read more... )

All I wanted was some time to recuperate from the last three weeks. See some movies, eat some food, heal my heart, mope around in a post-VIFF funk...the usual. I was actually looking forward to it, too. Finally, after weeks of being social and busy, I was going to go into hiding ( Read more... )

Since I needed to renew a a prescription, I decided that a little pre-weekend getaway visit to the doctor was probably a good idea. When I woke up this morning, emptied myself, and found that I could barely move from the pain afterward, I knew it was probably the Best Idea Ever. I don't think I've been so glad that I've made a doctor's appointment ( Read more... )

If "hyperhypochondriac" isn't an actual word, it should be. What other word could describe me so well? Sure, there's being a plain old hypochondriac--but that doesn't quite fit. See, a hypochondriac tends to freak and worry about things that aren't there or diseases she isn't likely to come down with. I tend to freak out at every single new symptom ( Read more... )

I'm going through a weird phase. For years, I've been scrimping and saving for a rainy day. While I haven't been a complete miser--I eat out a fair bit, and I've bought my fair share of records and books as well as the occasional video game or console--it's not as if I've slunk into debt while constantly buying new clothes and updating my gadgets ( Read more... )

So my eyes haven't exactly gotten better with age. Not that I was expecting my left eye to magically realign itself or anything, but I wasn't expecting the double vision. When my eyes are tired or I just can't focus, I start to see double. Put my hand over my left eye, and I can focus and see single again. But short of adopting an eye patch, I can' ( Read more... )