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August 16th, 2004


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05:46 am - fragile readers skip now, thanks
So, another morning, another sick call. I'm not very happy with this turn of events and I'm pretty sure they're excited about it over in Medford, either. Not only do I get an attendance "point" on my permanent record, but they dock my performance for the entire week as well because hey, we're not supposed to be human and get sick. We're supposed to be at our desks come hell, high water, or in my case, the explody stomach disorder that sends me hurrying to the bathroom every 45-60 minutes or so (and I'm terribly sorry to the neighbor fellow whose bedroom is apparently now under my bathroom. I tried not to yelp in pain a lot.)

I vaguely remember through some haze of training that we may have insurance available to us as low-totem-polers. This would be a good thing to aquire if only so I can go to a doctor and feel like a Completely Horrible Human Being For Having Shown Up. Over the course of my life I seem to have been paired with several guilt-based doctors. You know, the ones who ask the personal questions with just the right amount of I'm Not Judging You But I Really Am in their voice, and while I know I'm supposed to be truthful and I know patient confidentiality is a big thing and I know the doctor doesn't really know me as a person, I completely shy away from answering for fear they're going to make that tchtchtch noise with their tongue and teeth and then say something like "Well we'll just have to try not to keep doing that, okay?" It's one thing to enjoy delicious potato chips but another thing entirely to admit it to a trained professional who, as can be judged from the righteous tone of his voice, has not so much as even looked at a bag of Cape Cod Golden Russets and who would never ever ever deign to consider the Pringles, not even if they're on sale. Though I do suspect my problem here isn't with potato chips, but it's a good enough funny example to write about.

I don't need a guilt-based doctor. I just need a diagnosis, treatment and advice on how to keep whatever it is from happening again. Honestly, the last time I saw a doctor was the last time I had health insurance, but I might scare some of the more fragile readers and closet hypochondriacs if I mentioned exactly how long ago that was. I almost had a doctor when I worked at Up Ro Mise, but I got as far as the Choosing A Primary Care Provider game ("I have absolutely no idea who any of these doctors are. Should I just pick one at random or the first one who'll take me?" "I suggest the latter, sir.") before they laid us all off and rendered my choice, and appointment, moot. What keeps me going is a careful blend of stoic Yankee hardiness, the ability to tune out annoying pain with a minimal amount of teeth-gritting, and the subborn belief that with the right medicine, anything will clear up in a matter of time and won't you be a better person for it. But even we know when we're licked, and right now I just want an official name for this stupid disorder so I can yammer on incessantly about it in my LiveJournal and work it into casual conversation and stuff, as it will propel me into the ranks of those who have it, giving me a keen perspective on life which can be used to qualify every statement I make. Just like 52-Year-Old Cynthia, who started every sentence with a variation on "As a 52-year-old woman..."

Actually what I want right now is a good night's sleep but with this constant bathroom-running that's booked me solid into 2006, I won't be getting it any time soon. At least Martha has taken it upon herself to keep me company in the bathroom, though I think she's more interested in potential mice who seem to be playing in the bathroom closet from time to time. Also, having a cat play the "I Love You Soooo Much I'ma Brush Around Your Legs" game when you're on the john really induces ooginess of hitherto unknown levels. Go 'way, cat. I don't bug you like this when you're in your litterbox.

Ok. Back to bed. I'm out of anti-gas tablets so I need a nap to make it to CVS soon.

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From:hemlock_martini
Date:August 16th, 2004 06:17 am (UTC)
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We who are temporarily without our stomach meds feel your pain.
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From:cheezdanish
Date:August 16th, 2004 06:45 am (UTC)
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We who have had no health insurance for the last 5 years feel your pain. (but that changes September 1st woooo new glasses go to the dentist get a "lady checkup" woo)
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From:lindalee
Date:August 16th, 2004 06:50 am (UTC)
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:-(

If you need anything (like a grocery store or CVS run, for instance), let me know.

Feel better!
From:subbes
Date:August 16th, 2004 12:36 pm (UTC)
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Exploding bowels and pain? Are you vomiting, too?
From:moxie_fawn
Date:August 16th, 2004 12:49 pm (UTC)
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"Also, having a cat play the "I Love You Soooo Much I'ma Brush Around Your Legs" game when you're on the john really induces ooginess of hitherto unknown levels."

At least they don't nest in you ankle-wrapped pants as you sit in agony, like my cats do.
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From:derspatchel
Date:August 16th, 2004 01:43 pm (UTC)
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I hope to never be sick enough to lack the strength to apply, to a cat, the Motivational Boot out the door when necessary -- and anklecatpants seems like a truly necessary moment for such actions.

Martha was kicked out several times over the course of the morning's activities, but she steadfastly returned to guard the bathroom closet whenever I wasn't in there.
From:(Anonymous)
Date:August 16th, 2004 01:13 pm (UTC)
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I'm guessing Abbie's not the real sympathetic type, then? (And considering how much extra time he's been spending in the litter box recently, there's really no excuse for such callous disregard of your needs.) Here's wishing you some long, uninterrupted zzzzzzz time, away from the john if at all possible.

-Shelley
http://cynicallife.blogon.com
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From:derspatchel
Date:August 16th, 2004 02:38 pm (UTC)
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Mr. A was actually rather, well, empathic today, curling up beside me when I tried to get an hour's sleep. He may have just been glomming on for the warmth, though, and he spent a great deal of time stepping on my ankles before settling down beside them. Love that cat.
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From:hyperina
Date:August 16th, 2004 08:20 pm (UTC)
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what was the onset of this disorder?
as far as you can tell, is it associated with any particular food eaten?
do you still have a gallbladder?
do you have pain and where'd you say it's concentrated in your abdomen?
do you feel better if you don't consume dairy products or wheat products?
does irritable bowel syndrome kinda fit the pattern of your symptoms?
sometimes those icky metamucil type powders help cuz it's hard to consume methylcellulose oetherwise.
there are a few eminent GIspecialists i could recommend.
simple bloodtests can determine whether or not you can't easily digest gluten.
are you a nervous type? beware the brain in the gut!
there is a lot of treatment materials of the chemical nature lying around as a result of misdiagnoses. there is a bounty of it. all unexpired just sitting around. free.
do acidophilus tablets help?
maybe you hate your job.
what does el guapo have to say?

thus spake the curious and concerned but misguided lemur.

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