I've been meaning to post...for forever. A lot of things got in the way: city-hopping to Philly for the summer, subsequent arguments with my sister and another unwelcome flare-up in symptoms. Back in Cleveland, my father quit his job over arguments with management (working him into the ground and being shady about overtime) leaving neither parent ( Read more... )

Poll

God. I don't feel well AT ALL.

By the time I turned on my little kitchen tv set on the morning of September 11, 2001, the first tower was already in flames. I was just in time to watch the second plane collide with the south tower. I thought to myself that this was on purpose, not an accident. Someone was flying planes into buildings on purpose. Moments later I heard the ( Read more... )

Finally out of the hospital. Toward the end, the beta-blockers fell off in effectiveness and my heart rate started creeping back up. It created a comical situation where my team of cardiac residents were flustered since I was being discharged, but clearly still somewhat ill. They squeezed in four or five last minute blood tests marked 'stat' and ( Read more... )

Hospital internet: the wave of the future. Live from Room 808 at St. Joseph's Hospital, with my laptop thanks to E. Hoping to get out of here today or tomorrow! Wanting cupcakes.

The problem is my heart rate. Until yesterday when I was finally given beta-blockers, I'd lost control over my heart rate. At rest it was 120 beats per minute, and when I ( Read more... )

I think I'm going to have to take a short break here. This is my six-year LJ anniversary and I don't want to spend it bawwww'ing about how I feel.

Now I must go read some Yeats and pay some bills.

An unfortunate-looking sweater with my name.

Well, it's three days until my 26th birthday, and two days after I willingly let several doctors repeatedly stick large gauge needles into the back of my pelvis and suck out bone marrow.

( The gory details )

I finally got a new mattress. The old one, which was mostly box springs hadn't been helping my back any. I think I'm firing my doctor. I'm tired of going round in circles with her, and as studies show my bullshit landfill will be full in 2010, I might as well cut off this particular source. I just never have any luck with doctors. They seem to ( Read more... )

I lost 20 pounds just being sick all that time, and any heavy meal makes me feel like I might puke at any moment. Anything with too much salt or grease. Like I had two month long stomach flu.