Posts Tagged ‘disability’

I am so excited for what is coming up soon!

So, news: not only was I successful at getting insurance in Texas to approve a tubal ligation (namely the removal of my Fallopian tubes), but that will actually be happening soon enough to post about it here!

I am in the process of weaning off of certain medications of mine to stop taking them in preparation for that, because I don’t want to give anesthetists any more of a reason to be clinically frustrated with me than I’m sure they are by virtue of my red hair making it difficult to knock me out when I need to be knocked out. I’ve read my medical files from the radiofrequency ablations that I’ve had for my migraines, and my care team is very aware of the difficulty at which it is to knock me out (“knock me out”? how do you phrase that?), owing to the fact that they are aware of my natural hair color in addition to whatever proclivities I naturally have.

And by that, I mean whatever other proclivities I naturally have. I’m very much aware of the hair color thing.

I am immensely frustrated at my gynecologist even though he’s the one performing the operation because he underestimates the level of anxiety that certain things give me, and coupled with the increasing difficulty at getting an IV started in me that has only gotten so much worse over the years, maybe I need to consider finding a gynecologist who takes my needs seriously. I don’t think I have enough time to ask my psychiatrist for anything although I concede that I very well should have, so I’ll just repeatedly ask the outpatient wing of the hospital where this will be performed to give me Versed before they give me propofol… or maybe even something stronger than that. I’m normally given Versed before propofol for radiofrequency ablations now.

May this be the best happy birthday meme found.

I am hosting this on the heels of yet another hosting… app, group, organization, whatever you want to call them, cracking down on password sharing (as is something that I have completely come to expect at this point, so I’m not going to get into a whole lot of detail about how I feel about that except for what I’m about to write here in this post). I’ve been comfortable sharing my streaming credentials to various streaming organizations and groups that I have accounts on with my best friend, who is the person in charge of my Twitch streams while I stream. And god forbid, if I ever actually have an epileptic seizure while streaming he is able to take control of my computer to end the stream. I do not see a single problem with allowing him to watch my Netflix, Hulu, or Disney+ with this in mind, and now all of a sudden I can not do that? Excuse me?

I got another brilliant picture of the kids!

The kids’ developmental pediatrician will be retiring at the end of the year, which won’t really affect Monster because he’ll be eighteen years old by then. The kids have been seeing him since the dawn of time (or close enough to it to be called the dawn of time, so this tracks). Monster doesn’t quite understand it, but I’ve been taking opportunities to explain the process to him in a developmentally friendly way. But let’s do this, y’all!

We are on day three of what, the flu now?

So, while I’m sick, I’m going to say this in a place where everyone can hear it.

Every time I have an episode of epilepsy I’m reminded of the person who gave this to me. My Apple Watch has been recording brief episodes of apnea that resolve. My son’s father “loved” me enough to do this to me, and by that I mean didn’t love me at all because all he was capable of was hurting me, and I have to deal with that hurt for the rest of my life. That’s some kind of love, isn’t it? Sometimes I stop breathing in my sleep and other times I hit the floor during a seizure. He hurt me and then he had the nerve to say I “broke his heart” when I took our son and ran from him because I didn’t want to continue to be hurt. I shouldn’t be going through any of this to begin with. Who taught you to love in the first place? You disabled me. Have a very nice the rest of your fucking life and never contact us again..I want absolutely no part of your love.

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