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: Name: Ty; Location: Dallas, Texas, United States

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Feb 8, 2007

Here's To My Motherfucking Health

In the great big world of What-The-Fuck-Is-Wrong-With-Me we now have the following information following the large chunk of Downtown that was removed:

I do not have anything wrong with me that my very smart, very sweet, yet completely lackinging in helpfulness doctor can find.
I do not have pre-cancerous cells (Buh WAH?? pre-cancerous cells?? Who said we were looking for those?? Ohh...You, my Lacking-In-Helpfulness doctor? You were? But gee whiz, you didn't tell me that! Oh, you were trying to not make me worry? Oh how sweet of you. NOW FIND OUT WHAT HE MOTHERFUCK IS WRONG WITH ME BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN WORRIED FOR TWO YEARS!!)
She wants me to go to an Immunologist (study of or pertaining to immune systems and their function) because my immune system may be fucked.
She wants me to get tested for Diabetes!!! Oh holy shit. New worries. Motherfucker. Diabetes??? Now everytime I pee one too many times I am going to think it's a symptom. And every time I crave a carb, and every time my toes go numb on the ellyptical at the gym (do you ever have that happen?) and every time I get a little shaky hungry, and every time I am tired.
Oh funfucking times.

I talked to The Architect about this last night (oh did I mention? We are still together. We are exclusive but not girlfriend/boyfriend...no, I have no idea what that is about...) So anyway, I told him about it all and needed some support and sympathy. He did his best. In true guy fashion, he didn't understand that what I really needed was someone to just bounce words off of and hear "everything will be ok" in return. But he got the hang of it. I think it sort of surprised him, because as we all know, I am Miss Independence. But he handled it well. He told me something though that I just don't know how to do. He told maybe I should just stop worrying and leave it up to God. I mean it's a classic concept in religion, but you know, I don't think I have ever done it? And where is the line between proactively helping God but not worrying and proactively helping yourself and worrying?

(Sorry for all the cursing, but dude, it's how I feel right now.)

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posted by Ty @ 2/08/2007 | 3 comments

Feb 6, 2007

When Your Problem Doesn't SOUND Like an Emergency...

My doctor's nurse deserves a good throttling.

Me: My insurance doesn't want to cover the 5 doses of the prescription The Doc wants me to take because it is a one dose product. The pharmacy said you could call and get them to override that problem.
Nurse: Could you hold on a sec?
{on hold for forever!!}
Nurse: She said just take one dose of this OTC med instead.
Me: You mean, instead of taking the prescription med 5 times, she wants me to take the OTC med that hasn't worked in 2 years, just once?
Nurse: Um, yeah.
Me: {Almost to tears in frustration} fine. Thank you.

How could an OTC med that hasn't worked in 2 years, suddenly work again when she originally thought I needed five times the usual amount of the prescription version??

For some reason, I think the nurse told the doctor "some patient" was on the phone, instead of getting out my file and telling her who I was. Otherwise, how could the doctor come to that answer about the medicine?

I called back after I had washed away all of my make-up with tears. I asked the receptionist to please have my doctor call me. Hopefully, I will have a better understanding of what is going on after she calls back.

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posted by Ty @ 2/06/2007 | 4 comments

Feb 2, 2007

For the Ladies' Eyes Only

If you never listen to me again, if you never read this blog again, if you never cared about what I had to say before, PAY ATTENTION TO THIS POST.

For the last two years I have have been immunosuppressed. Meaning, my immune system is sucking ass. On October 25th, 2004, I went to the ER for the first time since I was a little kid. I had been bitten by something. Presumably, a spider. I wrote about it here, here , and here.It was the day I moved into my new house, and I just assumed it was a mosquito bite. Well, it swelled and turned hot and red and had these little red lines radiating from it. ER time. I wound up in the ER twice, and the second time, I was given a shot of antibiotics and put on two other antibiotics for the next two weeks. No one suggested, "oh, by the way, you may want to eat some yogurt while you are on the antibiotics." No one said, "hey, you know, with this crazy amount of antibiotics, I think we should put you on some Diflucan, too." No one even made a single word of mention about yeast infections. And as I had never had a problem before, I had no clue to ask.

Enter the world's worst yeast infection. Enter several other random infections, as well. Enter a body that can't take care of itself but isn't so bad that anyone notices.

I have spent the last two years in and out of the doctor's office, overcoming this infection or that one. It was virtually constant for a year and a half. Something was always wrong. And I never used to be sick. I was healthy as a horse.

Because the infections were all so different though, no one put everything together until yesterday. I had my suspicions but the doctors had said nothing. Yesterday though, I made an appointment with my OBGYN to talk to her about my health. I was just going in to talk. I was so frustrated, I was willing to pay a copay to just TALK to my doctor. But when I got there, she decided she wanted to do some tests, because as we talked, we realized, yes, I had had many yeast infections in the last two years, but they were not what is considered "recurrent". Along with them, I had also had 4 or 5 other infections, which is very abnormal for me. That information informed her that I was likely, immunosuppressed. The blood infection, and then the first round of yeast infections that we could not contain created the immunosuppression.

So she took several samples for tests, including a skin biopsy in the "Downtown" as my friend Amanda likes to call it. I had a SHOT in the Downtown! That is NOT a place a needle should ever be. I will give that needle props though, it prevented the "Punch" biopsy (remember when they would take a PUNCH of your finger to draw blood?? Yeah they did that to the Downtown!!!) from hurting at all. At least at the time. By 6pm, I felt like someone had taken a cigarrette to the Downtown.

I should get some results back today, but I believe the biopsy won't be back until next week. Hopefully, this will give me some answers, and I can get my body back on track.

The reason for this post is this, though...READ THIS CAREFULLY.

First, DO NOT take antibiotics unless there is no other way. Avoid them as much as possible.

If you HAVE to take them, DO NOT leave that office until your doctor has also prescribed Diflucan. Just ask them to. My doctors have been more than happy to do so. Diflucan not only kills a yeast infection, it also prevents them. It is a wonderful drug.

If for some reason you don't have the Diflucan but you are taking antibiotics, be sure to take acidophillus pills or eat yogurt. The antibiotics wipe out all the bacteria in your body. Both good and bad. When the good bacteria is gone, the yeast that naturally lives in our bodies stretches its legs, and grows exponentially. And we get a yeast infection.

I cannot stress how important this is. If I had done that, most likely, none of this would have happened to begin with.

So please, if you never listen to me again, just listen long enouh right now to ask for Diflucan the next time you take antibiotics.

UPDATE: I forgot to add...Over the course of the last two years, I estimate I have spent $500 on tests to figure out what is wrong, alone. And at least $200 on medication. So keep that in mind when you poo-poo my Diflucan suggestions! :)

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posted by Ty @ 2/02/2007 | 4 comments

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