of kings and cabbages
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somedayseattleI have a lot of groceries to unpack. So here we go....
My feet are slowly getting better from the flesh eating bacteria infection. My feet look absolutely disgusting. Kind of like burnt ground beef with some Alfredo sauce sprinkle on top. It smells like the inside of Slash's hat. Talk of decapitating the little piggy has subsided, but there is still a slight possibility I could lose part of it. Once we get through the dead skin on the tip we will know. If any bone is exposed part of it will have to go as new skin will not cover old bone. I will lose a little. Just the tip, baby. ("Just the tip, baby."- me, high school 1982)
When I went for my initial consultation about the foot issue the doctor reviewed my medical records and said she had a couple concerns. She gave me referrals to other doctors. I am absolutely sick and tired of referrals to other doctors. One of them was to a cardiovascular expert, who I visited on Tuesday. All of the little issues the first doctor said were probably nothing but let’s have checked out I had checked out and they were nothing. But the heart guy had a question or two about something and guess what? Sent me a referral to another goddamn doctor.
On Thursday, I met with an endocrinologist who I was, you guessed it, referred to from an earlier doctor. I enjoyed working with her as she was very personable, but of course all the tests were bad news. No matter what I do I can’t get this damn blood sugar to where it needs to be so again we’re going to start experimenting with more new drugs. Hooray. When I left the Endo, I called Chris Oombookoo to come and pick me up. The answering machine said there had been an emergency at Da Cripple Van offices and all rides been suspended. Great. Long story short....my pick up time was one and he got me at 4:30. In that time I had a wonderful experience of a nosebleed. I was just sitting there looking at the window and felt it beginning to drip down my nose. I put my hand to my beak and almost shit myself. What am I, a 13 year old? I wanted to the bathroom and I took a good 20 minutes to stop this gusher. I eventually got home, had dinner with Erica and went to bed. About 10:45 my phone went off and scared the life out of me. I answered it to hear Drama Queen on the other end.
Erica’s mom Mother Mary had passed away.
We stayed up and cried and talked for another 90 minutes before finally giving in and trying to sleep. A better an hour later I woke up to another nosebleed. Jesus Christ, what next?
I will tell you what’s next. For Friday, my ride to the wound care clinic was canceled by Those Cripple Bus Bastards. No phone call, no explanation. So I missed the session. I had to undress both bloody feet and change the dressing and and bandages. The smell was absolutely repugnant. Like Madonna's spandex after the NYC Marathon.
About a month ago, I ordered a new Mariners T-shirt. The only way I can afford officially licensed swag is buy on clearance. It came in the mail and I tossed it on top of my dresser where it is sat for at least a month. It’s been a little bit too chilly to wear a short sleeve shirt. Even though this season doesn’t start for a couple more weeks I was getting antsy and since it was 71° today, it seemed like the perfect time to break it out. I savagely tore into the plastic sleeve and yanked the shirt out. I flipped it in the air a couple times to unfold it, and then grabbed it by the shoulders to look at it. As if it were the final insult to another shitty week It turned out being a long sleeve.
It’s now Saturday night and the only good thing about this week is Da Crud has finally subsided to the point I can breathe. To celebrate this as well as all the shitty news of the week I will not be getting out of bed for 63 hours.
My feet are slowly getting better from the flesh eating bacteria infection. My feet look absolutely disgusting. Kind of like burnt ground beef with some Alfredo sauce sprinkle on top. It smells like the inside of Slash's hat. Talk of decapitating the little piggy has subsided, but there is still a slight possibility I could lose part of it. Once we get through the dead skin on the tip we will know. If any bone is exposed part of it will have to go as new skin will not cover old bone. I will lose a little. Just the tip, baby. ("Just the tip, baby."- me, high school 1982)
When I went for my initial consultation about the foot issue the doctor reviewed my medical records and said she had a couple concerns. She gave me referrals to other doctors. I am absolutely sick and tired of referrals to other doctors. One of them was to a cardiovascular expert, who I visited on Tuesday. All of the little issues the first doctor said were probably nothing but let’s have checked out I had checked out and they were nothing. But the heart guy had a question or two about something and guess what? Sent me a referral to another goddamn doctor.
On Thursday, I met with an endocrinologist who I was, you guessed it, referred to from an earlier doctor. I enjoyed working with her as she was very personable, but of course all the tests were bad news. No matter what I do I can’t get this damn blood sugar to where it needs to be so again we’re going to start experimenting with more new drugs. Hooray. When I left the Endo, I called Chris Oombookoo to come and pick me up. The answering machine said there had been an emergency at Da Cripple Van offices and all rides been suspended. Great. Long story short....my pick up time was one and he got me at 4:30. In that time I had a wonderful experience of a nosebleed. I was just sitting there looking at the window and felt it beginning to drip down my nose. I put my hand to my beak and almost shit myself. What am I, a 13 year old? I wanted to the bathroom and I took a good 20 minutes to stop this gusher. I eventually got home, had dinner with Erica and went to bed. About 10:45 my phone went off and scared the life out of me. I answered it to hear Drama Queen on the other end.
Erica’s mom Mother Mary had passed away.
We stayed up and cried and talked for another 90 minutes before finally giving in and trying to sleep. A better an hour later I woke up to another nosebleed. Jesus Christ, what next?
I will tell you what’s next. For Friday, my ride to the wound care clinic was canceled by Those Cripple Bus Bastards. No phone call, no explanation. So I missed the session. I had to undress both bloody feet and change the dressing and and bandages. The smell was absolutely repugnant. Like Madonna's spandex after the NYC Marathon.
About a month ago, I ordered a new Mariners T-shirt. The only way I can afford officially licensed swag is buy on clearance. It came in the mail and I tossed it on top of my dresser where it is sat for at least a month. It’s been a little bit too chilly to wear a short sleeve shirt. Even though this season doesn’t start for a couple more weeks I was getting antsy and since it was 71° today, it seemed like the perfect time to break it out. I savagely tore into the plastic sleeve and yanked the shirt out. I flipped it in the air a couple times to unfold it, and then grabbed it by the shoulders to look at it. As if it were the final insult to another shitty week It turned out being a long sleeve.
It’s now Saturday night and the only good thing about this week is Da Crud has finally subsided to the point I can breathe. To celebrate this as well as all the shitty news of the week I will not be getting out of bed for 63 hours.
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