Thanks, everybody!
I have had a crazy day for various reasons - none health related. However, with all that went on, I didn't have time/forgot to eat. I was supposed to stop all intake of solid foods at 6pm tonight, but as it turns out, I haven't eaten since late yesterday which may be contributing to the latest wierdness. Who knows?
I came home this evening and mixed up that vile concoction some pharmaceutical ad man mis-named "golightly." Drank it at half hour intervals as directed, wretching the entire time. Took the laxative pills they gave me exactly at the time given by the directions. And...
Nothing. The directions said that most people will feel the effects in an hour and rush off to the bathroom to do their duty. I have friends who have had colonoscopies, and they all told me that the runs the night before are awful. Oh, yeah? Four and a half hours and not a thing.
I did go into the bathroom to trim my bangs since I was getting tired of waiting around. I started wondering if my non-response to the gunk they gave me is serious. The directions claimed it is and informed me to alert my doctor in the event of any such non-development.
Anyhow, I got out my scissors and began to trim away. Anyone around the Lost Corners who has a serious medical condition gets treated elsewhere if they know what's good for them. We're lucky to have a rural health clinic and the only pack of specialists around are the members of the local coyote choir.
It occurred to me that a trip to University Hospital in Denver may be in my future. University Hospital offers just about the best treatment anywhere in Colorado and probably a few other states, as well. I wondered where in the hell in Denver I could stay. I can barely afford the gas money for an 800 mile round trip to Denver, never mind paying for lodging for the x number of days it might take to get a diagnosis and a start on whatever treatment.
Which made me think of my old friend, Cicero. Back in the day, I could have just crashed at her place and we'd of had a blast. But she left Colorado years ago, and I have no idea where she is. Last time I checked, none of our mutual friends on FB knew where Cicero had gotten to, either. Poof! Be well, my little tiger - where ever you are.
When I finally came back to the present after thinking about all of the above, I saw that I had mindlessly hacked away alot of other hair besides my bangs. Not good. In fact pretty damn awful - like the time I tried to cut my own hair in the 6th grade. Well, figuring out how to make the best of my bad hair night and probably bad hair morning will at least take my mind off the rest.
Except for being incredibly hungry. I want to eat everything I can find in the kitchen, but I'm limited to broth and apple juice. I bet the test will be called off in the morning when I inform the specialist of my curious non-response to the gunk he prescribed. But I've stuck it out this long. Might as well go to bed and see if anything happens in the morning. If I can sleep for the hunger pangs. Ain't my life a bitch?
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Originally Posted by Sundae
Sam it is ALWAYS worth knowing.
I presented a range of minor but debilitating symptoms and found I had liver damage.
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That sucks, Sundae. One good thing is that the liver is usually pretty good at repairing itself if the damage hasn't gone too far. I hope that will be the case with you. Wouldn't surprise me a bit if my own liver is contributing to my woes. Dog knows I've put it through just about everything humanly possible and beyond.
@ Spex: Thanks ever so much for the link to the world of incredibly strange diseases. A few hours on that site and I'll be having nightmares for months!
