Mother of God (TIDBI).  Anybody still listening to my saga of trying to get knee replacement surgery?  I sure wish I could be done with rather than living this tale of epic fucked-upped-ness. Last time we saw our heroine (that would be me), her platelets had tumbled to 37.  Well below the 70 that the…

The short story – my surgery was once again canceled. Want to know why? You’re going to have to read the long story: But hey – I got one step closer to surgery today!  I was actually scheduled.  Then the curtain went up on my own personal shit show. I went and got my blood…

Much less eating it. Do I even want to think about what “Cowboy Butter” is?

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! So my knee surgery is supposed to be tomorrow. It’s been almost a year of knee pain and while I am (was) terrified, I also wanted this done. Everybody agreed.  Platelets over 50 and we’re good. Then today the anesthesiologist decided to swerve out of their fucking lane and demand my hematologist put it…

Note to self: When you go to your pre-op meeting and they hand you a booklet with 10 kinds of leg/ankle exercises; out of which 4 kinds are leg lifts of varying descriptions, and they suggest you do 20 (per leg) 3 times a day — they don’t mean kill yourself the first day trying…