~ma for vw and Matt's mother.

the Hello Kitty tombstone.

I like the whimsical tombstone idea. Did you see the gorilla??? Too bad I'm gonna be cremated...

I like the whimsical tombstone idea. Did you see the gorilla??? Too bad I'm gonna be cremated...

Do they make a Hello Kitty cremains urn?

Oh, Aims! I hope, hope, HOPE! Crossing fingers and sending so much job~ma and decision~ma. Please! Please! Please! Job Gods, grant this wish of mine!

So, exam is done. Fortunately, it was pretty easy. Prof feels like SHIT for making me come in. I coughed through the whole thing, and kept taking my inhaler about every seven minutes. On the part where he asked questions, and we had to answer them, he had to repeat them exta times because of my coughing fits. The evil side of me enjoyed that part of being miserable.

Right after I finished the exam, I marched over to health services, and they've gotten a neb machine since the last time I asked (or the last time I asked, the person didn't know what I was talking about). I had to wait to see the NP to get it, and that was fun.

She almost didn't let me do the neb because I was already pretty shaky (taking the inhaler frequently for several hours will do that to you). She got all psychological on me, saying she thought I was actually having an anxiety attack. I said, "If I was having an anxiety attack, I'd take Ativan, not ask for a neb treatment. I know the difference." And when she pushed the issue even further, I started explaining the medical reasons why I was shaking (and which of my meds were contributing to it), and then started talking like a psychopharmacologist about my meds and diagnoses. She stared at me kind of dumbfounded then said, "So what can I do for you today?" I was like, "I would like a neb treatment to tie me over until my PCP can call in a new one, so I don't have to go to the emergency room." "Which neb meds would you like?" "Oh, here. I brought my own." She actually couldn't use mine, but that seemed to be proof enough to her that I was serious.

By the end of the appointment, she was actually advocating a longer steroid taper, since I'm having so much trouble. I love it when people realize that I'm a patient who actually does know what they're talking about. It's so fun.

My PCP actually called back while I was doing the neb. I answered and told her I'd have to call back because I was in health services doing a neb, and she said, "Oh, good." I called her back, and she was BEYOND livid that my prof made me come to campus and take the exam. She's like, "What is his name? I'm calling the department head to register a complaint." I was all, "No, he feels pretty shitty. I'll deal with it."

She's calling in a new neb at the hospital pharmacy, and I'll pick it up on the way home. We are increasing the steroid taper, and I see her tomorrow.

Oh, what fun is my life!

Prof feels like SHIT for making me come in.

As he should.

Prof feels like SHIT for making me come in.

Good!

I coughed through the whole thing, and kept taking my inhaler about every seven minutes.

Bad!

Are you feeling better post-neb?

Are you feeling better post-neb?

Yeah. Much. And I didn't have to go sit in an ER for 8 hours! It's like the bonus prize!

Ok. To add to the ridiculousness of the day. Medicare/MassHealth combo requires that nebulizer orders go through the hospital that the doctor is associated with. You can't get them through any other pharmacy and have it covered (and they're freaking expensive).

Get this. MGH's pharmacy doesn't carry nebulizers.

My doctor is working on it, but I'm probably going to have to rent a machine for a month while they figure it out. Grrrrr...

Yay for showing the prof, VW!

Fingers crossed for Aimee!

Kristin, I really doubt I would've argued an english grade either.

I just assume rules are rules and the person wouldn't have instituted the rule unless they meant to enforce it.

This is me! I follow the rules. I like other people to follow the rules. The ones I break tend to be more of a "well, if no one will find out and it's really not hurting anyone..." (like if there was an attendance rule for a large lecture class or something, not like, cheating on an exam)

Or you could, you know, hold your breath for a month!

Craziness. There's a healthcare system rant in here.

Random: what's the noun form of "pedantic?" I could look it up but I'm lazy.

Prof feels like SHIT for making me come in.

Good.

On the part where he asked questions, and we had to answer them, he had to repeat them exta times because of my coughing fits.

Good again!

she was BEYOND livid that my prof made me come to campus and take the exam. She's like, "What is his name? I'm calling the department head to register a complaint." I was all, "No, he feels pretty shitty. I'll deal with it."

You should totally let her do that for you. I mean it. I don't care that the prof feels shitty about it; he'd feel shittier if your lungs collapsed and you DIED while you were taking the exam.