Okay. Let’s be clear. Having a bone marrow test is not a walk in the park, but it definitely is not a terror-filled trip to hell. Seriously. Take it from someone who (now) knows. As you may recall, my bone marrow test was scheduled for Monday, but the CT machine broke down at the hospital,…
It’s a long one. Sorry. Kind of. But a fat old lady’s gotta vent, ya know. I’m trying. Really trying hard, to get my knee surgery scheduled. The prerequisites seemed deceptively simple. 1) Get a bunch of blood work done; 2) Schedule MRI; 3) Get clearance from my oncologist/hematologist; and 4) Get clearance from my…
As stated before, I do appreciate and respect healthcare professionals. But sometimes … This week was sometimes. Third. At least this one didn’t threaten anyone’s life, per se; although the pharmacy employee at Walgreens did have a near death experience, she just didn’t know it. Okay. It’s that time of year. Time for old farts…
As stated before, I do appreciate and respect healthcare professionals. But sometimes … This week was sometimes. Second. My darling and much loved Cousin has been having some issues, much the same as I faced some years ago – where, despite my advanced age, I was having bleeding. My gynecologist first tried a D&C and…
I do appreciate and respect healthcare professionals. But sometimes … This week was sometimes. First. In preparation for my knee surgery, I need to get an MRI. (I also had to have a ton of bloodwork done – 6 vials of blood later and that’s checked off the list.) I was told this on May…
Are you tired of my posts about medical shit? Hopefully, someday something non-medical related will happen that inspires me to start typing, but I wouldn’t hold my breath. I am a fat OLD lady and this is my life now. I take this drug, Promacta, for my ITP (immune thrombocytopenia – basically, an auto immune…
Thanks to the side effects of Promacta, yesterday, I underwent (first of two) cataract surgery. The pre-op was almost the worst part. Jeez. How many drops can you put in a fat old lady’s eye before said eye floats away? And then, you wait, wait, wait and get bored, bored, bored and then there’s more…
My right knee continues to pain me. You may recall, I blew it out doing Wedding Singer, thanks to the killer stairs between the stage and the dressing rooms. It took 3 months to schedule, but I did a 3-shot injection series to try to help; but it is pretty clear that didn’t work. Next…
Every week this fat old lady dutifully walks into the offices of my hematologist/oncologist and offers up her fat old lady arm so they can take a tube of blood; run it over to the lab across the hall. They are kind enough to let me wait for a print out of the results. The…
3-D as in all three parts of my right knee are fucked up. Shit. Plenty of blame to go around. Going up and down those fucking stairs at Pit and Balcony when I did the Wedding Singer. Being on high dose of prednisone which masked the symptoms of the damage I was doing. Being a…
Thoughts from a Fat Old Lady 