The only thing that bothers me about Cheney's heart disease is the fact that I have no part in it, being God's punishment and all. I would very much like to punish the ignorant motherfucker in Virginia that set that moldy oldie free. Extra-special fuck you, considering my mother did lose a baby as a teen(which was really best for everyone) and she felt the need to explain to me that she didn't feel punished by me. We had enough fucking problems. Not to mention the horrifying policy implications of not wanting to educate "Mama's little judgment" I'd like to finish up Comment style, with a nice quote from Disraeli or someone, but I guess I'm stuck with the immortal words of Stan Lee: "Arrgh...Hulk smash! And if your friend is a fucknut in VA state government, I have no apologies, but plenty of condolescences. Where the fuck is Chatty Cathy Palin now? Since she had the only disabled child.

I have skipped and skimmed and stayed the hell out as well, but I have to say a) {{{WS}}}

Andi, you are just one of the loveliest people, period. I know that whenever I'm feeling down and grumpy and like whenever I say anything it's being lost among the other more colorful personalities, you always, always manage to say something that makes me smile. And it pisses me off no end that anyone would make you feel anything other than lovely. If it were up to me, I'd have the Universe send a hippo to sit on Dick Cheney's chest for time immemorial (except even hippos have standards, I suppose) while all my Bitches who need fixes of some sort could get the care they deserve.

Speaking of fixes...

But, if it is fibroids, what can they do about it other than surgery?

There are different types of surgery, from laparoscopic laser surgeries designed to shrink the fibroids or remove them, one by one, to of course, the full removal of the plumbing-- it's all dependent on where the fibroids are and how many. I will say, I'm annoyed by the GYN who acted as if it was no big shit, thus putting off any potential surgery for me for nearly three years, but by the same token, I have HUGE love for the GYN (in the same practice, mind you) who took a look at the ultrasound, ordered blood work, based on what I'd told him of my history, and scheduled my surgery Right Then.

I don't think I'm exaggerating when I say it could've been really, really fucking bad if I'd gone even another six months without the surgery.

My previous reminded me of that lady in "When The Levees Broke," who said about Barbara Bush "Tell her to call me and say that to my face!I've got my cell back on now." It would be super-ironic if that guy in Virginia came back there walking funny, but if my Mom saw him not even his narrow-minded God could save him. (My mom grew up in the whitepeople 'hood...when other girls got makeup tips, I got tips like "You know you can almost push somebody's nose up into his brain, right?"

But, if it is fibroids, what can they do about it other than surgery?

Generally, the first thing they do is put you on birth control. You may want to revisit the birth control idea, there are several different kinds on the market with different active ingredients, so there may now be one that's appropriate for you.

If the pill isn't an option, there is outpatient surgery that has been effective. I had it, and it worked for a while, but my fibroids came back, and then I had the full myomectomy surgery, and it's been good for the last 8 or 9 years.

There is also a surgery where they insert tiny particles to block the flow of blood to the fibroids. This wasn't an option for me at the time becuase there isn't much data on it affecting fertility, so we went with the other option. Given the option now, I might try it, since it doesn't seem like I'm having kids any time soon, if ever.

Have a completely uneventful ER visit, Teppy!

Infarct you, Cheney!

I giggled for about five minutes over that.

Possibly the biggest suck of heart problems is that you start wondering if EVERYTHING is your heart betraying you, or thinking of betraying you, or just playing ding-dong-ditch.

I have that fear, and I don't even have any actual cardiovascular problems (that I know of... dundundun). I'm just paranoid about my heart, and I have been since I was a little kid. Anything that could be one of those vague heart-attack symptoms is likely to send me into a panic attack ... the symptoms of which mimic a heart attack. This is why I have Valium. Sometimes meditation just don't cut it.

Andi, I've never met you and still you're one of my favorite people. You're wise and funny and kind, and it breaks my heart that you feel that way about yourself.

It's critical for being a strong advocate for yourself.

Easier said than done. It's nearly impossible to be a strong advocate for yourself when you're so depressed/exhausted/in pain you can barely get out of bed, or cognitively impaired by disease or mental illness or sheer fatigue. (I know you know this. You should read the long-ass original post I culled this from. I'm ranting.)

It's a hard thing to get past, "I'll do X when I've achieved Y." Especially when Y is a hundred extra pounds huddled lovingly on your frame.

That's basically what I've been saying to myself for fifteen years. "I'll go out and meet people when I'm thin again." "I'll get a boyfriend when I'm thin again." "I'll go to public events with people at them when I'm thin again." "I'll wear pretty clothes when I'm thin again." I haven't been fat all my life (although I've always thought I was, god, if I'd only known) and comparing what I am now to what I was then just about kills me. Yes, I'm older, but we're not talking about a small weight gain, either. I'm going to the Leverage Con in Portland in a month, and instead of being excited, I find that I'm nearly throwing up at the thought of being seen by other humans while I'm so fat. I get to have my photo taken with all the main cast members, and instead of being giddy I'm terrified of how fat I'll look. I'm sharing a room with four other women whom I've never met (I hate this situation) and I'm praying that at least one of them is fat too, so I don't have to feel like the token fatty. I joined a gym last year, and I was going 2-3 times a week, meeting with a trainer, and my breathing got better, but the real reason I was going was to get thin again. I did it for four months, and do you know how much weight I lost? Nothing. I gave up. I'm ashamed to admit it, but I did. I stopped going. What was the damn point?

billytea, Ryan is just adorable! Also, allow me to throw a few new ones of my son (holy shit, I have a son - yes, still surprised over here) into the mix: [link]

Eeexcellent. Peer pressure can work for you! All the cool kids are-- Well, being photographed, apparently. (I love the bear outfit.)

or, be better at it and get the job done instead of some bullshit "buckshot". I mean, he didn't just shoot someone in the face, he was bad at it!

Well, sure. He shot someone in the face just to watch them apologise. Can't make 'em apologise if you've killed 'em.

I've been away from the computer since last night and just caught up.

Here's the thing, I totally understand the bad experiences with doctors, but what I'm feeling here is a double standard.

I feel like if I came in here after a long flight cross country next to a fat person in a tiny plane seat and said "What the hell, fat people shouldn't be allowed to get on a plane!" I'd be chased off the board. Now, just to be clear, I would NOT say that, the lack of space on planes is an issue with the airline industry, not with the people that ride on the planes. However, I stated it this way to bring it full circle. If I painted all fat people with the same brush due to a few bad experiences I feel like I'd be called on it. Same thing if I did it towards teachers. Years ago I WAS called on it when I did it towards religion.

The trick is, doctor bashing seems to be a safe thing to do on this board and it really does bother me. This isn't isolated, it's come up many times over the years. For some reason it is acceptable to bash on doctors and the medical profession. I've never liked this.

Also, I'm overweight. According to BMI I'm actually obese, so I get where this comes from. I've had the lecture from doctors. The first PCP I had in my current plan did this and I ended up switching doctors and thankfully got one who is more understanding about it and has been working with me.

Andi, I know that you didn't intend to hurt, and please believe me when I say that I am so sorry for the experiences you life has brought you in regards to the medical establishment. I wish I could make it better. Also know that we are fine. My reaction was not isolated to your statement, but was a reaction to something that I feel is somewhat part of board culture, and it has bothered me for years. I try to be quiet about it most of the time, but sometimes it just hurts. I know that part of it has been me missing my father a lot lately and so it struck an isolated nerve this time.

I don't expect people to never rant about healthcare, but I would like people to take just a moment and consider what they are typing before they type it. Think about the fact that you just might be catching some very good people in a very broad net of negativity.

I can be the king of the rant. Kristin knows it, my employees know it, and my friends know it. I know how much of a release it can be, but I also know that I've really hurt some folks unintentionally with my rants, and I hate that.

I'm rambling now. I'll stop.

It's a hard thing to get past, "I'll do X when I've achieved Y." Especially when Y is a hundred extra pounds huddled lovingly on your frame.

I'm working hard to get past this, but some things—especially things that focus on interactions with other people, such as dating—are still hovering on the mythical "when I'm thin" spot on my calendar. But I'm getting better about getting myself the occasional pretty outfit that fits now, not when I can order from the "normal" size person catalog. My mom was obese and she was dieting and exercising the entire time I knew her, except for the last several months post-chemo, before she died. And she put off lots of things until a thin time that never came. I'm trying hard to learn from her example and do otherwise. (Not put things off, that is. I'm still trying to exercise. And I need to hit "post" so I can meet up with Amyth for a walk.)

Easier said than done. It's nearly impossible to be a strong advocate for yourself when you're so depressed/exhausted/in pain you can barely get out of bed, or cognitively impaired by disease or mental illness or sheer fatigue. (I know you know this. You should read the long-ass original post I culled this from. I'm ranting.)

Oh, yeah. I know and live this. I've only really been able to be a forceful advocate for myself with pregnancy.

Cause hell if I practice what I preach.

I have had mixed experiences with doctors and therapists and such.

I've had the same doctor for a long time but there are defintely some issues there.

But it's really hard to find a good doctor. I'm procrastinating about finding a therapist because of the issues I have. I as given a list of three names -- 1 wasn't taking new patients, 1 didn't take my HMO any more, and 1 started seeing. But she kept bringing up childhood sexual abuse in weird ways. And she didn't seem to believe her when I said, that I wasn't and no one had ever asked me or thought I was.

Speaking of my doctor I may have to call them tomorrow, I have a headache, a fever and a sore throat.