…and when you do clarify things, they’ll conclude that at least you aren’t alone in lunacy island; for some of your friends are as mad as you are… and perhaps just as dangerous.
Many of you have messaged me asking for a health update, so I figured a post was in order. The latest tests ruled out Crohn’s Disease and maybe even ulcerative colitis. The new prognosis is a stomach ulcer; or something a bit more serious. I don’t even want to write about it, until my doctors find concrete proof… for ‘tis a tad scary.
On the neuropathic pain front, the doctors want to try a new medicine. I’m always a bit resistant when it comes to medications (okay, a lot resistant), but only until I understand how they will affect me and if there aren’t more holistic alternatives. The other day, the neurologist and I had a long conversation. He is worried about the positioning of my spine and what it’s doing to one or two of my highest discs.
The good thing about the (possible) new spine findings is that it might be what causes me pain when I attempt to sit. So if the beast can be named, we might find a way to subdue it. And I might be able to reclaim the glory of sitting on a couch, at the table, and driving my car!
Of course, the process of finding out requires a lot of tests… and a lot of time at the hospital… and more medication. In the next few weeks, I’m scheduled for more MRIs, other stomach studies, additional ultrasounds, and visits with the orthopedic surgeon, podiatrist, ophthalmologist (long term treatment of the eye ulcer), chronic pain therapist, rehabilitation physical therapist…
One of my doctors wanted to know how I’m handling “all of this issues going on at the same time.” He was concerned about the amount of emotional stress this kind of situation can cause in the life of someone so young. You see, my Wicked Luvs, most of my ailments seem to be common on individuals over sixty. He wanted to know if I was afraid of the possibility of hospitalization.
Anyway, I told him that I really wasn’t. That I would do what I must; and that I have a lot of support from family and friends. Then I started grinning… The grin might’ve brought up a tad of muffled laughter. The doctor wanted to know what was so funny. I told him that he probably wouldn’t understand. He insisted that he might.
“Try me,” he said.
So I told him. “A few days ago, during a rather uncomfortable (and ridiculously long) tummy study, a friend of mind said that if the doctors decided to keep me for an extended period of time, I should have my husband ‘bring in some of [my stepdaughter’s] action figures. Then put on a play, just eerie enough that [my doctors] will feel safer with [me] at home.’ And ever since, I can’t stop thinking about Igor Barbie,” I said.
The look on his face made me burst into hysterical laughter. I just couldn’t stop. I’m pretty sure that for at least the tiniest of moments, my doctor doubted my sanity. And that’s okay, my Wicked Luvs, because the only way to deal with all this nonsense is by grabbing the delicious madness within and laughing at it… until the baddies feel less scary.
And there you have part of the reasons behind the delay of Blooming Howls. I will tell you the other reasons soon… I’m glad to say that the latter are actually positive.
Read you soon, my Wicked Luvs. When this post goes live, I will be at another appointment.
everything is possible
“When Women Laugh”