Gonads and Strife
At this time today I was supposed to be in Cedars Hospital recovering with morphine and a bedpan from the infamous kidney biopsy. However, however..
Yesterday I went to my new hematologist "Dr Rosenfeld", who is just as jewish as the name implies, and is a lovely Yale graduate of blood who is too uncomfortable to see blood drawn. It made me feel better about myself. Anyway, anyway, the reason I went to Rosenfeld at all was so that he could "green light" the biopsy by reviewing the bloodwork I have gotten done. Unfortunately, incredibly, the bloodwork he was to review NEVER GOT DONE. Not to say that I havent for the past few weeks getting plenty of blood drawn, no no, just that somewhere along the lines none of my many doctors bothered to order these particular tests, and didn't figure out that they werent ordered until yesterday. So the correct bloodwork, exactly 14 viles worth, was drawn yesterday evening when the biopsy was meant to be this afternoon. Needless to say, the biopsy is now scheduled for next week Wednesday, which to me means about Friday. Like I told David, he'll be poking me long before any doctors do. Speaking of whom, I am proud to announce that in a few days he and I will have been a couple for 18 months ~ or a year and a half ~ which frankly I'm proud as hell of.
Forgetting the medical shananagans, I have been so impressed with how supportive some of the people in my life have been. Of course, I have also been very surprised and dissapointed with some of the other ones that I expected support from, but it is just really amazing to see really who comes through for you and who doesn't - not at all how I would expect - some of my friends who I haven't even known for veyr long, like Heidi, have just been amazing. And even my roommate Mel, who I always knew was a caring person anyway, even she has impressed me with just how much of a caretaker she has been for me, in Santa Cruz and down in LA (and helping me get from one to the other) even though she has so little free time and energy and happiness this quarter.
Yes. That is the update. Oh, and the fact that there is only one single coconut macaroon left in my house, and the fear and loathing that causes me.
Yesterday I went to my new hematologist "Dr Rosenfeld", who is just as jewish as the name implies, and is a lovely Yale graduate of blood who is too uncomfortable to see blood drawn. It made me feel better about myself. Anyway, anyway, the reason I went to Rosenfeld at all was so that he could "green light" the biopsy by reviewing the bloodwork I have gotten done. Unfortunately, incredibly, the bloodwork he was to review NEVER GOT DONE. Not to say that I havent for the past few weeks getting plenty of blood drawn, no no, just that somewhere along the lines none of my many doctors bothered to order these particular tests, and didn't figure out that they werent ordered until yesterday. So the correct bloodwork, exactly 14 viles worth, was drawn yesterday evening when the biopsy was meant to be this afternoon. Needless to say, the biopsy is now scheduled for next week Wednesday, which to me means about Friday. Like I told David, he'll be poking me long before any doctors do. Speaking of whom, I am proud to announce that in a few days he and I will have been a couple for 18 months ~ or a year and a half ~ which frankly I'm proud as hell of.
Forgetting the medical shananagans, I have been so impressed with how supportive some of the people in my life have been. Of course, I have also been very surprised and dissapointed with some of the other ones that I expected support from, but it is just really amazing to see really who comes through for you and who doesn't - not at all how I would expect - some of my friends who I haven't even known for veyr long, like Heidi, have just been amazing. And even my roommate Mel, who I always knew was a caring person anyway, even she has impressed me with just how much of a caretaker she has been for me, in Santa Cruz and down in LA (and helping me get from one to the other) even though she has so little free time and energy and happiness this quarter.
Yes. That is the update. Oh, and the fact that there is only one single coconut macaroon left in my house, and the fear and loathing that causes me.