morphine drip.. yup.. morphine drip
Ahh.. after finally having a night sleep that has surpased 5 hours I am ready for this crazy thing they call livejournal again..
So since Wednesday (man is this going to sound so super dramatic) I have been home for "medical emergency" (see: lupus, see: fluid in my joints, see: limping, having my poor poor roomie help me take my clothes off for bed, see: gerd, see: vomiting, see: insomnia, see: me and my naughty, naughty urine, see: young writer STILL ripping off Chuck Palaniuck ~forgive the spelling~) I have for now taken Incompletes in all my classes, hopefully that situation will change shortly, but all that seems pretty far away right now. Like having a song in my head, I have had the entire documentary of Sick: The Life and Death of Bob Flanagan running through my mind for the past few weeks. SO GOOD. SOO SOO SOO GOOD.
I am happy, but surprised, to say that I really don't think I can claim to have a fear of needles anymore. Most of you probably know what a defining characteristic that has been for me for some time. Anyway on Friday I went to see both my nephrologist (spelling, please, be forgiving) Dr. Levine and the all mighty lupus expert Dr. Wallace. (I am realizing now how much this is going to jump around, damn the hardships of not writing for a few days) So Dr. Levine is the crazy bitch who is going to perform my kidney biopsy on this coming Thursday, which I have been a little, how can I understate this, nervous about for some time. I've been pushing to be knocked out, even though most people don't, because I am a wuss. However, Dr. Levine has assured me that it will be alright because not only does the kidney prodding somehow not hurt any more than dental work, but that it is his personal preference to calm his patients anyway with.. oh yes.. a MORPHINE DRIP. Even my Woodstock veteran parents were drooling over this possibility. I think they want a biopsy now too. So although I am still a wee nervous, the idea of a morphine drip I must say is rather exciting. When the hell else, pst the very impossible possibility of my getting injured in war, am I going to be put on a morphine drip? So then I saw Dr. Wallace, where this bitchy-bitch-bitch-bitch full with the fucking German accent had to draw my blood, which, although lately I have had to have it done quite a bit, has been a fear of mine for some time, and she yelled at me and poked around my right arm for a little painful while while failing to find a vein with her bitchy-bitch (QUOTE UNQUOTE) expertise. So then she resorted to my left arm which I really was not a fan of her doing since my left arm had been filled with fluid for going on 10 hours and was in severe pain. So then after that the almighty Dr. Wallace decided that the only way to get the fluid out of my arm was putting me on an IV drip of some steroid (dont think big tough guy steroid, think depletes inflammation steroid) and this freaked the hell out of my because getting my blood drawn for a minute is traumatizing let alone the hour and a half that I would spend on IV. However, a Zanax, a reclining chair, and the sweetest nurse in the world later, I was saying "I'd like to move in here". So yeah, after that hour and a half I don't think needles are so much of a problem anymore. WOO WOO.
Nice things about being home: not having to deal with the dorm showers, and the fact that (although the show has tken a major nose dive) I am going to a filming of Frasier on tuesday, and the obvious niceness of being with momma and daddums when I am not feeling well. Oh and the fact that one of my best friends from highschool, who I havent had really even one realy conversation with since we both left for college (no fight or anything, just the usual drifting) name Greg, probably steriotyped as a "dumb jock", beer drinker, tit lover, etc. etc.. I leave a message on his cell on a Friday night with "hey I got sick and had to come home give me a call when you can.." 20 minutes later hes loving me up on the phone and the next morning bright and early he is at my house cheering me up. People can be so fucking amazing.
Things I miss: getting out of the shower and having Mel go "look at your hair in the mirror! DONT TOUCH IT! Just look!! Friends, boyfriend.. I think about the time a few weeks ago that I went out to sushi with some of you crazy cats and tasted wasabi and sat outside feeling like I was on an opera set and how nice and far from being ill it was, goddamn it I even miss class in a sick way. Oh, and Pericles' sexy Irish-italian ass.
Ok this entry is getting a wee ridiculous in length but main point: I am in Los Angeles for a while. I miss everyone who isnt.
Oh, and because I'm a nerd, last movie I saw that I recommend: "A Huey P. Newton Story" (monologue filmed by ~drools~ Spike Lee)
So since Wednesday (man is this going to sound so super dramatic) I have been home for "medical emergency" (see: lupus, see: fluid in my joints, see: limping, having my poor poor roomie help me take my clothes off for bed, see: gerd, see: vomiting, see: insomnia, see: me and my naughty, naughty urine, see: young writer STILL ripping off Chuck Palaniuck ~forgive the spelling~) I have for now taken Incompletes in all my classes, hopefully that situation will change shortly, but all that seems pretty far away right now. Like having a song in my head, I have had the entire documentary of Sick: The Life and Death of Bob Flanagan running through my mind for the past few weeks. SO GOOD. SOO SOO SOO GOOD.
I am happy, but surprised, to say that I really don't think I can claim to have a fear of needles anymore. Most of you probably know what a defining characteristic that has been for me for some time. Anyway on Friday I went to see both my nephrologist (spelling, please, be forgiving) Dr. Levine and the all mighty lupus expert Dr. Wallace. (I am realizing now how much this is going to jump around, damn the hardships of not writing for a few days) So Dr. Levine is the crazy bitch who is going to perform my kidney biopsy on this coming Thursday, which I have been a little, how can I understate this, nervous about for some time. I've been pushing to be knocked out, even though most people don't, because I am a wuss. However, Dr. Levine has assured me that it will be alright because not only does the kidney prodding somehow not hurt any more than dental work, but that it is his personal preference to calm his patients anyway with.. oh yes.. a MORPHINE DRIP. Even my Woodstock veteran parents were drooling over this possibility. I think they want a biopsy now too. So although I am still a wee nervous, the idea of a morphine drip I must say is rather exciting. When the hell else, pst the very impossible possibility of my getting injured in war, am I going to be put on a morphine drip? So then I saw Dr. Wallace, where this bitchy-bitch-bitch-bitch full with the fucking German accent had to draw my blood, which, although lately I have had to have it done quite a bit, has been a fear of mine for some time, and she yelled at me and poked around my right arm for a little painful while while failing to find a vein with her bitchy-bitch (QUOTE UNQUOTE) expertise. So then she resorted to my left arm which I really was not a fan of her doing since my left arm had been filled with fluid for going on 10 hours and was in severe pain. So then after that the almighty Dr. Wallace decided that the only way to get the fluid out of my arm was putting me on an IV drip of some steroid (dont think big tough guy steroid, think depletes inflammation steroid) and this freaked the hell out of my because getting my blood drawn for a minute is traumatizing let alone the hour and a half that I would spend on IV. However, a Zanax, a reclining chair, and the sweetest nurse in the world later, I was saying "I'd like to move in here". So yeah, after that hour and a half I don't think needles are so much of a problem anymore. WOO WOO.
Nice things about being home: not having to deal with the dorm showers, and the fact that (although the show has tken a major nose dive) I am going to a filming of Frasier on tuesday, and the obvious niceness of being with momma and daddums when I am not feeling well. Oh and the fact that one of my best friends from highschool, who I havent had really even one realy conversation with since we both left for college (no fight or anything, just the usual drifting) name Greg, probably steriotyped as a "dumb jock", beer drinker, tit lover, etc. etc.. I leave a message on his cell on a Friday night with "hey I got sick and had to come home give me a call when you can.." 20 minutes later hes loving me up on the phone and the next morning bright and early he is at my house cheering me up. People can be so fucking amazing.
Things I miss: getting out of the shower and having Mel go "look at your hair in the mirror! DONT TOUCH IT! Just look!! Friends, boyfriend.. I think about the time a few weeks ago that I went out to sushi with some of you crazy cats and tasted wasabi and sat outside feeling like I was on an opera set and how nice and far from being ill it was, goddamn it I even miss class in a sick way. Oh, and Pericles' sexy Irish-italian ass.
Ok this entry is getting a wee ridiculous in length but main point: I am in Los Angeles for a while. I miss everyone who isnt.
Oh, and because I'm a nerd, last movie I saw that I recommend: "A Huey P. Newton Story" (monologue filmed by ~drools~ Spike Lee)