I am just about to be discharged from hospital. I am so hoping this was all worth it. I ended up being admitted, and the attending in Obs was dubious about the mythical episode where I reacted badly to meds, since he'd read back over a year and not found it. And the people that claim it have never been able to provide documentation, going as far as to say they're going for it, and never coming back.

His resident is putting a big old note right in the binder (again) that I have been closely monitored at the recommended doses, and came out of it peachy keen.

Hopefully this will at least forestall the this-is-never-done-this-way naysayers, Or force them to come up with more specific argument. Which is cool., Making them think again is also not a bad thing, I figure.

ita !, you're an ER urban legend! Congrats!

"This one time, in the ER, she complained of ITCHING with that dosage! ITCHING. A friend's cousin's sister's dogsitter's aunt's daughter was the attending that night and she SWEARS she saw her scratching. SO DON'T GIVE HER THE MEDS! Or baaaad things will happen..."

Medical sanity-ma, ita.

So now my friend has pivoted to ranting about government waste and corruption (which I agree is a problem) and the problems with current two-party system (again, I'm all for viable third party) so he's voting libertarian this year. Um, victory, I guess.

I still haven't had a real defense of Romney, yet.

Strix, don't make me laugh. Someone called me by the name of the chick getting a similar regimen to mine for her sickle cell anaemia pain (unsurprisingly, also black, and to emphasise similarity--around my apparent age)--if it turns out Tiffany stopped breathing a) I will feel bad for her-she seemed nice that one time we met in ER room 3, and b) FUCK YOU, WORLD.

Stupider things have happened. My migraine doctor doesn't believe the records exist either.

I have to say--the nurses here are disproportionately nice. I mean, given any random sampling of people, they're way easy to have conversations with. Me and J were getting along so well, we were totally maxing and relaxing--she chased the orderly away, and wouldn't let me walk (across the hallway) to where I was being admitted, but insisted on fetching a wheelchair and wheeling me over herself. And then we did that awkward sort of goodbye--"Nothing personal, but I hope to never see you again..."

I just hope some of the stuff that happened (or rather, didn't) while I was under observation takes, and the ER are finally able to trust the words of someone who works on the same floor that they do, not off in the Medical Plaza way so far ((one block) away in their ivory tower.

I think you should just record your doc the next time on your phone and play back the instructions (hopefully, your doc has a really pissed off voice) the next time you're in the ER.

The Ongoing Saga Of ita !'s HealthCare UnProvider's is soooo 2010, don't they know?

I have a chicken roasting. And then zombies. (Not to be roasted, you understand. To be watched.)

Also, ever since I broke my arm, I have had to sleep weird, and my right shoulder is so fucked up. I can hardly lift it above shoulder level. And reaching back to scratch my back is a joke. Oh, well. I have to go in to see my doc to get a 6 month's refill on my sleepy meds this week anyway; maybe she will also prescribe some Flexeril for a week and I can eke out $$ for a massage or something. I STILL can't do a lot of yoga poses (no Downward Dog, e.g.) and I am tight as a..uh, tight thing?

And I still have a lingering cough from my Two Weeks of The Cold From Hell. We were plague house for a while — even DH got it from me, and he took Friday last off, and was sick with me all through the holiday weekend. I finally started feeling better this weekend, but I still have to sit down and rest after doing anything strenuous like, oh, taking a shower or putting on pants.

I just hope some of the stuff that happened (or rather, didn't) while I was under observation takes, and the ER are finally able to trust the words of someone who works on the same floor that they do, not off in the Medical Plaza way so far ((one block) away in their ivory tower.

That would be great.

Strix, do you have insurance? You might be able to wrangle a PT referral from your doc.

Debet, I have crappy insurance, but I DO have a PT ref from my ortho. Problem is, haven't been able to ante up the copay, so I've just been doing stretches from the Internet. My left wrist and hand are fine (just don't want to put 150 lbs. of weight on it yet) but my right shoulder = jacked.

That would be great

I just love that the attending actually used the word "dubious". Before I had a chance to say that I had no recollection of an incident, and that I can't get them to give me records, he called the reports dubious.

I mean, even if it happened (which it didn't), it was over a year ago by this time (because when they brought it up 12 months ago, I couldn't remember it), so how relevant would it still be? Ah, well. If only more of them made it sound like this was about my health. It's amazing how that component seems to be irrelevant. It's all in the delivery.

These muffins are problematic. They're not as good as the ones I purchase, but they are still tasty, and there are a bunch of them, right there, and the good tea isn't more than 7 minutes away from my teacup...I didn't plan this well. And now I'm trying to decide how best to add fibre--All Bran? Then I need to work out what liquid adjustments to make to compensate.

Dammit, my work laptop is regarding me balefully from the corner of its eye--another thing I didn't properly think through--Batman rotating images as my screensaver. It's inherently accusatory (well, except for the one with the shark and the light sabre) and I don't want to log in and check the thing what needs checking.

Muffins sound like the good kind of temptation, ita. May you have more of those.

Dinner tonight was a roast chicken (dry brined and AMAZING.... god, I love dry brine) along with kale slaw, which we call dinosaur slaw. The trick, we have found, is to heat some garlic in oil and add vinegar until fragrant. Then we dump it over the sliced kale with some shredded cheese. Holy moley! My fave way to eat kale. Even Noah, "I don't do green things", ate a cup of it.

For dessert, I made an apple raspberry crisp (zinged the apples into small bits) in our small cast iron skillet. I used maple sugar instead of regular granulated. Again. holy yum!

Alas, too many dishes now.