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I am currently posted up in the ER again (kidney stone adventures!) waiting for a CT and someone in a bay near me sounds like a pitched down Lumpy Space Princess. Utterly unintelligible. Divine.
Like, Hablabalablabla ahbablahbla
Amazing.
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Who's got two thumbs and probably doesn't have cancer, but DOES probably need surgery???
This guyyyyyy
Getting really tired of doctors telling me I'm not in Enough Pain to warrant investigation or intervention.
The pain, the literal blood, the multiple ER visits, the two different scans with the same result aren't enough.
There needs to be More Pain.
Of course, I don't want surgery if I don't *need* it. But I do want my life to be less complicated.
I have TWO conditions that can cause pain, bleeding, and permanent damage to my kidneys, but Let's Take The Conservative Approach. (translation: do nothing)
Their suggestion? Stop going to the ER. Gain weight. Eat less. Drink more water. Drink more water. Drink more water. Drink more water.
And, have you tried taking tylenol?
Telling me there are things that can be done right now about the rocks my body is growing, but not until they're bigger. Drink more water. Drink more water.
My body feels like a crumpled up piece of sandpaper.
Send help, L has covid and I've been taking care of him while he's isolating, but I also have *something* (I keep testing negative) which is progressively fucking me up. I did a bunch of chores and errands yesterday (smart call, past me) and today I am a goopy, achey mess. I can handle having a cold but please, saints preserve me, by all that is good in this world, please protect me from having this cold AND picking up covid at the same time. Please.
On top of this I am working this week and have a board meeting tomorrow where they're going to decide if I get a raise or bonus and I just... ough.
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This is your reminder to take something* for the pain you're feeling.
When was your last dose? Are you on schedule?
Don't tough it out if you don't have to.
*something also includes but is not limited to: having a glass of water, warming up your heating pad, asking a friend for a hand with your tasks or reminders to keep you on your schedule, taking a nap, getting a breath of fresh air, having a snack, taking a bathroom break, relaxing your shoulders, etc etc.
Hey fam it turns out your face isn't supposed to hurt for weeks, and tooth sensitivity dramatically worsen, after a crown appointment. Instead of getting the temp crown replaced with the real one today, I found out I need an emergency root canal tomorrow.
Dentistry, huh.
Hey folks, our Beloved Professor Science, my last remaining son, has just been diagnosed with lymphoma and given a very bad prognosis. He's doing okay right now, but there's a big doomsday clock hovering over my family now that none of us can ignore.
We're looking at chemotherapy for as long as we can get away with it, then palliative care. It's gonna be gritty and it's gonna get expensive, but everyone is on the same page of "keep him as comfortable as we can for as long as we can."
My grandmother is also undergoing chemo, but with a significantly less grim outlook (no timer on her, if she cops it we'll all be shocked.) But it should be noted that my family is quite small, so getting hit with the Big C twice in the span of a month or two is rough.
So if I vanish from here, or get really weird and moody, this is why. Losing Dangerclaw suddenly back in 2021 fucked me up real bad, so we're doing what we can to ease into this new situation while we still have our heads on straight. The clock is ticking.
If anyone has candid experience with lymphoma in cats to share, I'd be interested to know.
Otherwise, idk. I don't share a lot on here anymore, so can't commit to any conversations, but I know enough of you are cat people and a lot of you have loved him over the years, and might want to know.
Here's our boy, looking bitchy in a sun beam, radiating gay energy.
