Posts Tagged ‘health’

04
Apr
2024

Tomorrow is going to be fun, I can just tell.

categories: personal; word count: 201 words

As I’m sure a lot of you already know, I was headbutt by my youngest son while I was eating and managed to bite my lip — hard — instead of the food I was supposed to bite down on. This hasn’t been healing the way I had expected or had wanted it to, I have been in substantial pain due to this injury, as I’d realized…

Tomorrow I see the doctor for it, and the game plan is to check my jaw to make sure that nothing substantial happened to that, to check the injury itself, and to prescribe pain medication to tide me over until it heals, which sounds fantastic to me. Although there will be a bit of a wait to see the doctor (a wait for my name to be called, I’m guessing), I’m ready. I want this looked at. I want to be in a lot less pain. In the wise words of… whomenever, let’s do this. I do hope that my pain is taken seriously though. I expect it to be at this doctor.

I want to get back on my feet and get back to doing the things I’ve been doing without, well, you know, pain.

02
Apr
2024

I should have written this post sooner, but…

categories: personal; word count: 234 words

I bit my lip when I was eating some food, although I was… helped by my youngest son headbutting me.

I have lidocaine at home since this isn’t my first rodeo with things like this, and I’ve been in contact with my care team relaying symptoms. With any luck it will heal in the next several days such that I won’t have to do anything more about it, but if it doesn’t, I know what to do about it by about Friday or so. If it gets to that point, I’m just going to ask the local hospital to give me prophylactic antibiotics on site (we remember the rodeo with doxycycline, do we not?) and do whatever they have to do to promote healing, which may involve a bit of stitching. At this point though I am not going to care and will not care. They can do whatever the nice men and women in suits have to do to make it to where this thing actually heals with as few complications as possible. Because my youngest son is the one who is autistic and non-verbal, and he sometimes doesn’t think through what he does before he does it, I don’t blame him or hold him accountable for any of this at all. It was an accident and could have been worse than it was. That much I’m thankful for, unpleasant as this is.

15
Feb
2024

I am how many days out from surgery now?

categories: personal; word count: 175 words

I suppose I’ll come back here and write about it in more extravagant detail as I continue to heal, am in less discomfort, and have more energy, but in the interim I’ve been editing videos from raw footage that I’ve had on hand to give myself something to do with the downtime that healing from surgery entails. This is fun!

I am continually surprising myself finding that video editing, at least in my experience, is much like riding a bicycle. I was my high school’s daily show’s senior editor and… became so fairly quickly through being the fastest typist and most adept with the computers that the early 2000s allowed us to have on hand, although I hate to make that comparison because repeated seizures have taken some of the things away from me that some of you reading this might take at least a little bit for granted. My sense of direction is absolutely shot to hell, and I get disoriented and lost in places that I do not constantly frequent extremely easy now.

09
Feb
2024

I am so excited for what is coming up soon!

categories: personal; word count: 310 words

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.

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