I'm sorry that you are at the mercy of your doctor and your doctor is... not acting like one. Seems to be all I hear/read when the word "doctor" is mentioned these days. Mom has a kidney stone that "isn't quite" large enough to go in and remove, I guess. But she also has a bladder capacity that is literally measurable in teaspoons - and very, very few of those - due to a pooched surgery years ago. IOW, if she drinks much liquid
at all, she'll have to go pee every little bit (for hours)... but less than an ounce ever comes out. Now I'm no genius, but even I can figure out that if I jam a large "shooter" marble into a garden hose... While I have no idea how much pressure and flow of water it'll take to blow the marble out, me spitting into the hose isn't going to do it. Maybe the doctor is just waiting on her to die and quit bugging him, IDFK. I mean... I know it's just a kidney stone, but the woman is past ¾ of a century old and doesn't need fookin'
optional pain because the mandatory is more than enough, thanks. He ought to know since he has access to her medical history and if he CBA to do a little heavy reading the collection of scars and crippled joints that would be clearly visible during even a cursory physical examination would cause most folks to cringe. I figure, well, if she passes on before she passes that kidney stone, that doctor just might get a chance to apologize to her personally soon afterwards. The way I see it, my "fear of consequences" is mostly that something would happen to me and there would be no one available to help Mama. Remove that little barrier and I'm liable to go back to the handful I used to be. Except that when I was younger and used to raise a
little creative h*ll, I was basically just having fun most of the time. Now I'm a cynical b@stard and some days I just don't care, lol, so it could be some combination of "look out!" and "film at 11." And I seem to remember that pain doesn't hurt when the rage is on, so right now that's kind of looking like a
good thing.
My brother has had scary symptoms for "a while" he went to a doctor earlier in the year and was immediately referred to someone else for a cardiac catheterization. Now I know that it's no big deal, it's just a test. But afterwards, he was told that he has
complete blockage of something or other on one side, and he said the doctor acted like that WAS a big deal and that he should have some kind of surgical procedure because of it. IIRC, the words "I'm surprised that you're walking around" were used. That was in... hmm... May? It has been quite a while, considering. He's kind of a hind end (yeah, it runs in the family), but I feel a little bit sorry for him. He was worried about the heart cath - he seems to have developed mild depression and more than mild anxiety in the past couple of years - but was told that he definitely had a problem, and unlike the nerve (et cetera) damage and severe chronic pain, this was the kind of problem that could
kill him at pretty much any time... and that the test was step one, so to speak, that step two would come quickly after that, and that his life and life expectancy would almost certainly both see major improvement. He's... still... waiting on step two.
Doctors. I've got no use for them. Last time I even saw one was - I think - in 2011 or 2012, thereabouts, when Mom showed up at my house in the middle of the night, got me into her car, and
literally half dragged and half carried me into the ER whilst I was alternating between raving from the pain/fever and fading out. Before that it was in 1993 for a physical and I had the luck (flip a coin as to whether it was good or bad) to draw one who, himself, had just been diagnosed with bone cancer and who was understandably not too into his job at the time, so he talked to me about how funny life is for about five minutes, then asked me if I felt like I was going to fall over dead. When I laughed and said no, he said I had just aced the physical.
There's a joke, something like... If you're driving down the road and see three people standing in the middle of it - a doctor, a lawyer, and a politician - what do you do? Answer: Something that involves making a couple of U-turns.
What have you been
feeding her?!? Joking - but it kind of looks like it ought to have had all (or at least most) of its nitrogen removed from its diet some time ago.
I wish I was your next door neighbor <TS looks out his window...>, I'd volunteer to take that - or a cutting from it, at least - off your hands. I had a sativa that went a little over 20 weeks in flower once. It was... well worth the wait
. The kind of plant that haunts a man's dreams. A lotus-eater's, anyway.
How long (in days) was the stretch period at the beginning of flowering?
passing good vibes in combustible form
