My medical condition from my mom's perspective
I've decided that according to my mother my health means little and perhaps nothing.
I know that I've fallen into the habit of only using my LJ to bitch and that my whiny, teenage "woe is me" is getting old, but REALLY? COME ON!
Some of you may know(or may remember) that a few months ago I woke up completely unable to hear in one of my ears and in a bit of pain. I told my mother who said that I was overreacting and that it would go away. Weeks later it had not gone away, and I told her that. She said "we should get that checked by a doctor" but did nothing.
She develops a sore under her eye. Suddenly there is a doctor's appointment scheduled at one of the new Metro-employee,free for teachers clinic things. I'm told that it is for me. We go there. The majority of the time is spent with my mom telling the doctor about her eye or telling the doctor that my ear was "feeling weird a while ago" despite the fact that I'm insisting that my hearing is still suffering and that my ear is still very sore. The "doctor" who was really just a student going to school for some medical thing(nursing maybe?) tells mom that she doesn't know what's wrong with her eye but eating correctly would help. She tells me that it could be an infection, it could be a build up of earwax, or I could have ruptured my eardrum.
My mother schedules herself an appointment with a real doctor the very next day but does not schedule me one. My mom is told which vitamins she needs to clear up her sore, and within the week the mark is healing.
For about three weeks, I remind her daily that I still cannot hear and she either says "we should give it more time" or "we should see a doctor". I stop trying after that.
Sometime between then and recently, my body recalibrates. That is to say that rather than informing me everyday that something is weird, it accepts the weird something as the norm and moves on. If you think this doesn't happen, then you haven't worn a thong. For the first hour or so, your butt will let you know you are wearing a thong. After that it accepts its slutty fate and doesn't bother with being uncomfortable anymore.
Last week, my mother develops an ear ache. She goes to the doctor. The doctor tells her that its nothing but a little earwax and recommends some stuff for cleaning it out. She comes home in a good mood and says something along the lines of "that's what they told you was wrong with your ear too, right?" I then explain that I don't know what happened with my ear or even if it is over. My right ear was still sore and couldn't hear as well as the other, but I'm not sure if its always been that way(because of the recalibration).
That was a week ago. Today she asks if my ear is still bothering me. Why my ear would stop being weird in a week after it has been screwing with me for months I don't know. She drags me out to a doctor. I didn't really want to go because A)I'd hate to go out there and hear "yeah, your ears must have always been that way just like how everyone always sees better with one eye" and B) her suddenly caring about my ear after all this is the emotional equivalent of a slap to the face with a wet, bitchy fish wrapped in double-sided tape and dripped in feathers and equally bitchy bees.
Doctor tells me that my right ear is most definitely infected and my left one could be too just not as badly.
By the way, this all effectively ruins the happy feeling I had after hanging out with Q this morning.
On the way home a driver honks at us for waiting too long at a stop sign. I flip him the bird. Mom starts asking why I'm in such a bad mood...yeah...
I'm not feeling very happy at the moment. I'm gonna go curl up with my Russian books and pout. However, I promise that once I remember what happiness is and where to find it in the dictionary, I'll post a positive thing. I do have positive things to say.
I know that I've fallen into the habit of only using my LJ to bitch and that my whiny, teenage "woe is me" is getting old, but REALLY? COME ON!
Some of you may know(or may remember) that a few months ago I woke up completely unable to hear in one of my ears and in a bit of pain. I told my mother who said that I was overreacting and that it would go away. Weeks later it had not gone away, and I told her that. She said "we should get that checked by a doctor" but did nothing.
She develops a sore under her eye. Suddenly there is a doctor's appointment scheduled at one of the new Metro-employee,free for teachers clinic things. I'm told that it is for me. We go there. The majority of the time is spent with my mom telling the doctor about her eye or telling the doctor that my ear was "feeling weird a while ago" despite the fact that I'm insisting that my hearing is still suffering and that my ear is still very sore. The "doctor" who was really just a student going to school for some medical thing(nursing maybe?) tells mom that she doesn't know what's wrong with her eye but eating correctly would help. She tells me that it could be an infection, it could be a build up of earwax, or I could have ruptured my eardrum.
My mother schedules herself an appointment with a real doctor the very next day but does not schedule me one. My mom is told which vitamins she needs to clear up her sore, and within the week the mark is healing.
For about three weeks, I remind her daily that I still cannot hear and she either says "we should give it more time" or "we should see a doctor". I stop trying after that.
Sometime between then and recently, my body recalibrates. That is to say that rather than informing me everyday that something is weird, it accepts the weird something as the norm and moves on. If you think this doesn't happen, then you haven't worn a thong. For the first hour or so, your butt will let you know you are wearing a thong. After that it accepts its slutty fate and doesn't bother with being uncomfortable anymore.
Last week, my mother develops an ear ache. She goes to the doctor. The doctor tells her that its nothing but a little earwax and recommends some stuff for cleaning it out. She comes home in a good mood and says something along the lines of "that's what they told you was wrong with your ear too, right?" I then explain that I don't know what happened with my ear or even if it is over. My right ear was still sore and couldn't hear as well as the other, but I'm not sure if its always been that way(because of the recalibration).
That was a week ago. Today she asks if my ear is still bothering me. Why my ear would stop being weird in a week after it has been screwing with me for months I don't know. She drags me out to a doctor. I didn't really want to go because A)I'd hate to go out there and hear "yeah, your ears must have always been that way just like how everyone always sees better with one eye" and B) her suddenly caring about my ear after all this is the emotional equivalent of a slap to the face with a wet, bitchy fish wrapped in double-sided tape and dripped in feathers and equally bitchy bees.
Doctor tells me that my right ear is most definitely infected and my left one could be too just not as badly.
By the way, this all effectively ruins the happy feeling I had after hanging out with Q this morning.
On the way home a driver honks at us for waiting too long at a stop sign. I flip him the bird. Mom starts asking why I'm in such a bad mood...yeah...
I'm not feeling very happy at the moment. I'm gonna go curl up with my Russian books and pout. However, I promise that once I remember what happiness is and where to find it in the dictionary, I'll post a positive thing. I do have positive things to say.