Koro. You’re like my totara here, whatever that means
Thanks for being solid.
Sis
this is why I adopted you. You are more actual help to me than my
actual useless family.
A good writer can right a lot of wrongs and you were already one of my favourites before you wrote that.
I don’t know what godawful concatenation of circumstances left you with the respect for language you clearly have. Maybe you started out good, IDK how these things happen.
Thank you for your message.
That does sound horrid, Sy. I hope it’s sorted now? Acid leaking outside of its safe space has got to hurt!
(Unless it’s hydroflouric acid which doesn’t give any chemical burn at all, but soaks straight in to your CNS. One of the first symptoms of toxicity is death, according to the MSDS sheet it used to come with.)
Chronic pancreatitis is what we are currently hanging my wotsits on.
That said there were radiology remarks on my last CT scan that I haven’t had my surgeon’s interpretation on. So I don’t fully understand what’s happening.
I too wanted the pain to stop (thank you) until the specialist said he thought it would likely never not hurt. That confused me.
Not least because of this exchange: “so, you don’t know why it hurts?”
“No.”
“But it will never not hurt?”
“Correct.”
(I mean ffs wake me up! Does that sound like a clinician to you?)
The cream on the pudding with this guy was his receptionist (filling in for the regular lady who compiles all the clinicians’ case files the day before they are needed)...
“Morning, DonkeyDick to see the Dietician”.
“Dave.”
“What?”
“You are DonkeyDave. That’s what it says here.”
And the ensuing conversation wherein she described to me that [meathead] the surgeon hasn’t been looking at me and my notes at the same time in a year!
Sorry, I know I already mentioned it and I don’t want to get a reputation as eeyore, but my head is still spinning a bit, that’s all. Finding that out on my way to quit my job really gave the day a special flavour.
I can’t even afford to sit the guy down and ask him what the hell happened because my insurance was part of my salary!
As a (former) metalworker I’m familiar with things being irony, but not like this.
So thank goodness for home grown meds! And thanks to an even greater good that 420Mag exists and you have all been able to help so much.
I was floundering a year ago with seedlings/small plants that just wouldn’t die. Could I get them to grow though? Could I hell!
Now look, you buggers. Look what you’ve done.
Keep up the good works, everybody.
Bring on the meds!