I've had doctors and nurses go back and forth with me. Compazine gives me anxiety attacks. Am I allergic? Apparently not. Do they want to be told about it when I go in, especially since I have compazine every time? Sometimes. To me it only matters that they give me Benadryl first, because that makes me not rip out my tubes and run away. And Benadryl is in my regimen, so mostly I don't say anything other than to tell the nurse the order I prefer.
This last nurse was *so* (So) rocking that she even let me dictate where in the IV bag feed line she gave me the dilaudid. I don't know why she was so awesome, but thank you, lady.
I knew that was a thing with the Pythagoreans, though I've also heard that the bean ban was an allusion to politics, somehow.
and instead want to tell you long and descriptive stories of their gastrointestinal distress when they eat food X
I find that people who don't realize how much you DON'T want to hear about their GI issues in graphic detail over lunch tend to lack other social filters as well.
Beans, beans the magical fruit the more you eat the more you DESTROY THEIR SOULS!
Beans, beans the magical fruit the more you eat the more you DESTROY THEIR SOULS!
This is taking me to a Beangelus place.
Favas.
With a nice chianti and a census-takers liver.
This last nurse was *so* (So) rocking that she even let me dictate where in the IV bag feed line she gave me the dilaudid. I don't know why she was so awesome, but thank you, lady.
Did you find out what her schedule is like?
I don't have any food issues other than what I prefer not to eat, and I loathe going to lunch with colleagues/acquaintances just because I don't want to talk about it. And everyone wants to go to family style places and I'm like "no". There is nothing more annoying to me than having to discuss my food preferences with someone during a meal. I don't mean talking about great food, or how great the meal is, but the ordering and the commenting on what other people are eating, etc, drives me BATTY.
I hate it so much that I don't bring up my preferences even when I should, because I just don't want to be That Person Who is So Hard to Deal With. And I know I take it too far, because my lovely neighbors invited me to their place for barbeque earlier in the summer (just the three of us) and I didn't pipe up with my preference for no meat. I brought over a couple of huge portabella mushrooms, which had been my plan all along (expecting that they'd be making burgers or something) and then I felt terrible when they'd made some really fancy stuffed chicken thing with feta and peppers and all of these great things. We worked it out but seeing that they went all out to make a fancy dinner I couldn't eat was a lesson to me. Erinn and Adam: "We live in California! Dealing with pescaterian is the EASIEST thing when it comes to hosting. Don't be stupid next time, lovely neighbor!"
