Wordless Wednesday: December 20th, 2023
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roll, roll, roll your… well, oops, that’s a bad thing
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The ankle that I have rolled is extremely likely to have been sprained. Badly.
Although the blood vessel that I… damaged, and severely, seems to be healing, it is doing so slowly, so I’ll be seeing my primary care physician later this week to be prescribed pain medication that I’ll need to continue to do the things that I need to do every day while it heals, and also to get referrals that another specialist of mine seemingly can’t “punch out” because my state’s insurance requires that the patient’s primary care physician be the one to request and write out all referrals. But I’m still “dragging” the injured foot behind me. Standing on it is hard. Walking on it is hard. Everything that has to do with it is hard and I would like the appropriate level of pain medication required for this to subsist until it heals, and then I can just get over it.
This is also affecting how I sit in chairs, couches, and the like, so it would have had to be looked at in a matter of days anyway. Everything hurts. Things that I did not know are capable of hurting… you know how I’m going to finish this sentence. And that’s more bothersome than anything else. As it is, NSAIDs provoke the asthma that I actually do have — the mild bronchial asthma — so I can’t rely on those for pain relief (and my pulmonary function tests prove that this is indeed the case). Oh, how I wish I could. How I wish I could…
drag, drag, drag the foot, gently around we go
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I have now managed to roll an ankle and one of the largest blood vessels in said ankle quite painfully today.
I have it wrapped up in… what do you call that, sport bandaging?… and am taking pain medication for it as needed. The last time I did anything even remotely resembling this was several years ago though, so I’m hoping that this heals soon. This was one of the most painful things in the world once I realized what it was, what had actually happened, and I’ve more or less been dragging the injured foot around behind me for the whole day now. But how did I even manage to do this? Other than waking up from a nap early this morning. I know when I managed to do this. What I want to know is how I managed to actually do this. What were the odds? Why were they not ever in my favor? (I’ll get around to reading the Hunger Games prequel, I will.)
This was an adorable Facebook memory.
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Of course, even though I had to screenshot this because it wasn’t an image, it was still an adorable memory.
I got this for Christmas, and Bub stole it from me.
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This is the CORPSE Husband (how do you write that? am I writing that correctly?) x Gloomy Bear mash-up, and naturally Bub would take it from me and want to spend as much time with it as I let him as soon as I open the package it comes in. The moment of, no less. I allow him a reasonable amount of time with it and don’t let him take it out back where it can get dirty or… anywhere it can really get lost or dirty in, you know?
A series of outpatient surgeries, in surgery form.
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For the sake of thoughtfulness, my gynecologist has stated that he is willing to… fight my insurance to get me a tubal ligation, “just in case”. This is something I am not opposed to him doing for a number of reasons.
It seems that he has an excellent probability of making this occur if the primary reasons for fighting them are my disability, which I gave him permission to use to try and get them to approve it, as well as “my kids being disabled” (and I only have that in quotation marks because although they are, it’s not a bad thing and will never be a bad thing). As much as I intend on moving out of Texas at some point and am definitely not staying here long-term, this isn’t a bad thing at all. It’s insurance against the fact that I’m done having children, always having considered two my happy upper limit, and I do not want to get pregnant again.
He also wants to see a referral to the appropriate specialist made regarding the sagging of some of my skin due to Ehlers-Danlos syndrome, which was only severely exacerbated by two pregnancies. This has caused an untold number of Staph infections to result entirely out of the blue, and should my youngest son injure me during a meltdown these injuries take longer to heal than he is comfortable with. He wants to see what state Medicaid is willing to cover and then go from there. I am not opposed to that either. Let’s get this done.
These procedures will probably all be done separately due to the time it will probably take for insurance to approve them (and this assumes that insurance approves all requests made to them… I know, right?).