Author Archive

Since we are still medicating this thing…

Since I don’t think I’ve mentioned it here, my primary care doctor referred me to a wound care clinic. Through that, we found out that I am allergic to the adhesive in Tegaderm (and no, WordPress, that is not “megadeath”), so I had to be given… something that’s slightly different, a bit itchier once it stays on my skin for a long enough period of time, but not entirely bad. I was also put on two different antibiotics, and predictably at high doses, because of the severity of this wound. If side effects from these continue I’m going to be calling, or conversing with, the wound care clinic before the fourteen days are up that I’m supposed to spend on the longer of the two and asking if I can just be put on IV antibiotics. Apparently you can do those at home if you’re competent enough to manage your own care, and I would like to give doing those a try.

As the generation Z kids say, I have regrets about this wound care clinic… to include the fact that they do not prescribe pain medication that is not lidocaine for wounds even when the wounds clearly need medicating.

Hexennacht passed. I wanted to mention this.

I know I’ve mentioned this, but this holiday pays homage to those who were victimized by superstition.

Bub’s father and his grandmother on that side of the family attempted to coerce me into converting to Catholicism, even going so far as to rush me into filling out forms for RCIA (Rite of Christian Initiation of Adults). I was never once asked how I felt about religion, or their religion. Not once was I asked if I even wanted to convert to their religion. To this day, I still remember something that Bub’s paternal grandmother said to me — “everyone has their own journey to God”, or something to that effect. No, you just expected me to roll over and die, to convert to your family’s religion because it was your family’s religion because you were going to use it as the battering ram to control me, then you were going to use it as the means to shotgun wed me to your son to “erase the sin of our child being born out of wedlock”, and then you expected me to have child after child that I did not want because your religion forbade contraception. And when I died, as I would have due to the health concerns that I had that would have caused pregnancy to imperil me, “it would have been God’s will”, because all you would have seen me as would have been your son’s incubator.

Not once was I asked if I even wanted to attend the Masses and church functions that I was literally drug to.

I told your son that I did not want to attend these things, that I did not want to convert, and look where that got me. Look exactly how far that got me, until I outed myself to your (deacon? priest? pastor?), and the people that I needed to out myself to in order to extricate myself from the whole situation. I shouldn’t have needed to go nuclear to be treated with a modicum of decent human respect, and I should have been asked about these things long before it got to that point. I was victimized by everything that led up to that point…

Not exactly what I wanted to do out of the gate, but…

So it seems to be set in stone that my insurance is going to continue to deny my pain clinic’s Botox request.

So the doctor that’s been managing my case decided to get an X-ray off of me to see if he could lobby my insurance with it and that I should receive steroid shots to the neck instead. I suppose I’ll be finding out about that soon, whether it’s by a letter sent in the mail letting me know that my doctor’s request was denied, or… I don’t know what. If I can’t have Botox treatments done, I suppose that steroid shots to the neck might be the next best thing. But knowing the luck I’ve had lately, insurance might try to deny that as well.

At the end of the day, I don’t really care as long as it ameliorates migraine pain or makes it more manageable, even if that treatment may have side effects. Right now, I’m reduced to wearing prescription sunglasses in the house to try and make migraine pain… less than, if that makes sense, and that makes navigating around my house a bit tricky. I do what I have to do to get through the day in general, though.

1 366 367 368 369 370 497