This evening I left work early to head over to a walk-in-clinic since I have been consecutively sick for the past 3 months.
After telling the doctor I have ulcerative colitis, am taking Imuran (thank you, Imuran, for screwing my immune system over) and figuring that was why I have been sick so long he agreed and prescribed me some anti-biotics.
He then asked me "Why haven't you gotten the cure for ulcerative colitis?"
At this point I could feel some of my suppressed anger rising up in my throat because I knew he was going to say exactly what he said next, "Ulcerative colitis can be cured by surgically removing your large intestines, living with a colostomy bag for a while and then going back in to have your small intestines re-attached to complete your digestive tract again... well I won't try to convince you to get surgery."
It frustrates me when people tell me "But there's a cure for ulcerative colitis."
I can hardly believe that anyone thinks that disruptive surgery in which my insides are ripped apart and a portion of my body is removed can be called a CURE.
Personally, a CURE is some sort of non-disruptive/non-intrusive treatment which permanently resolves the auto-immune disease for any individuals who are living with it or for anyone who could possibly have had the genes for this disease passed on to them.
P.S. try typing in "Cure for ulcerative colitis" at no point that I found does it call "surgical removal of the large bowel" a cure.
Dr. Outrageous (I won't disclose his ACTUAL name) then asked me whether I smoked or not. I assumed it was a concern with the Imuran, so I replied with, "Ew, no."
He then completely surprised me by saying, "Well you may want to consider it [while looking at his tablet of I'm-assuming-infinite-random-articles-about-Imuran-&-Colitis] because some cases have shown the symptoms of colitis being lessened with smoking."
Again, I stared at him dumbfounded and explained how my partner in my Bone Disease course just wrote a paper on the affects of heavy metals on the human skeleton, one of these metals being Cadmium (Cd) and how it can be absorbed by tobacco leaves and thus smoking it would bring that metal into your system and you are pretty well for shit screwed because you will probably never have it leave your system before you die.
Dr. Outrageous then said, "Well, I'll shut up now, if anyone finds out I am prescribing patients cigarettes I'll be in big trouble."
The next topic was "You should really be careful about getting pregnant while taking Imuran."
Um... ok, I don't know why you would expect me to be thinking about pregnancy, good grief! So I say, "Uh, no, no babies right now."
"Well that's good because you definitely do not want to be pregnant and be taking that medication. But whenver/if you decide to have children you will want to discuss an alternative medication with your specialist."
So add that to my list of reasons to never have children...
He then totally reverts this child-bearing idea and says "Some cases have shown reduced symptoms during pregnancy... however, after pregnancy you'll most likely be sick again."
I respond with, "So I can either be chronically ill or chronically pregnant, is what you're saying?"
Dr. Outrageous, "Basically."
Me: "Good to know..."
Thursday, March 1, 2012
List of Why Never to Have Children
- You can pass on your unfortunate auto-immune disease onto that poor small thing
- Apparently the Imuran you are taking to control your colitis will create defective/mutant spawn
- I can never keep any plants alive, what makes you think I can keep a living, breathing infant alive?
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Shot w/ an I not an O
There's something about the darkness
How it swallows the sound
yet
Intensifies the noise
It builds on one's fears;
Escalates the destitution
Revealed only by the sense
of
Isolation
Heavy breath pulls me out
of
My own body
As I hear the screech of the wipers
Finding them ineffectively
Scraping across
the
Windshield
Yielding at stoplights seems pointless
with
No other cars
Crossing
any
Time soon
The steering wheel held
Limply
in my hands
Why?
Tired but sleep evades me
The onset of
Repulsion
and
My insides shower onto the pavement
How it swallows the sound
yet
Intensifies the noise
It builds on one's fears;
Escalates the destitution
Revealed only by the sense
of
Isolation
Heavy breath pulls me out
of
My own body
As I hear the screech of the wipers
Finding them ineffectively
Scraping across
the
Windshield
Yielding at stoplights seems pointless
with
No other cars
Crossing
any
Time soon
The steering wheel held
Limply
in my hands
Why?
Tired but sleep evades me
The onset of
Repulsion
and
My insides shower onto the pavement
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Dear New Home
It seems like I've known you forever. Like the past three days have been a lifetime. Oh darling, I just need to express how I truly feel about you.
The way your crooked, unlevelled walls sit in every room with the crust and dust caked on every inch makes me realize that clean is not a true home. You're just showing me how you love to be lived in and I'm all over that ;). Do you remember that one time I put up the cheap curtains up in the kitchen just to hide the stains on the windowsill? Or the time I tried to wipe all the walls, windows and ceiling down and got all those spiderwebs in my eye? Just the other day I found one of those spiders in the shower with me, that was quite lovely.
It was great learning how to properly keep the toilet pump from getting stuck in the tank. You're such a little rascal, I bet that's why our land lady added on $10 for each tennant to pay for the water bill. Drinking the water from the tap is probably one of my favourite drinks in this house. When I get to look down into my glass penguin cup and see little black flecks and various floaties hanging out in my cup. This definitely makes me feel less lonely. It was even better getting to know how the faucet pressure in the kitchen will splash all up and down my clothes when I turn it on. Oh, I know you were trying to get me all soaking wet, well, you succeeded ;).
Well, you know how the ceiling is 6'3"? It was rather silly of me not to realize that my shelf was too tall standing up. You certainly got me there, but I had a good laugh and I took care of it with my hand saw. You know I only lost two fingers, but no big deal! There it sits, all pretty and green and there's only one half of it that got splattered with my gushing blood. I'm sure that'll wash off eventually.
Alas, I believe I've boreded you with all my details of love for your every nook and cranny. I'll just curl up and fall asleep in my corner, it'll be the best feeling since having laid eyes on you.
Love you forever,
Ashie poo
The way your crooked, unlevelled walls sit in every room with the crust and dust caked on every inch makes me realize that clean is not a true home. You're just showing me how you love to be lived in and I'm all over that ;). Do you remember that one time I put up the cheap curtains up in the kitchen just to hide the stains on the windowsill? Or the time I tried to wipe all the walls, windows and ceiling down and got all those spiderwebs in my eye? Just the other day I found one of those spiders in the shower with me, that was quite lovely.
It was great learning how to properly keep the toilet pump from getting stuck in the tank. You're such a little rascal, I bet that's why our land lady added on $10 for each tennant to pay for the water bill. Drinking the water from the tap is probably one of my favourite drinks in this house. When I get to look down into my glass penguin cup and see little black flecks and various floaties hanging out in my cup. This definitely makes me feel less lonely. It was even better getting to know how the faucet pressure in the kitchen will splash all up and down my clothes when I turn it on. Oh, I know you were trying to get me all soaking wet, well, you succeeded ;).
Well, you know how the ceiling is 6'3"? It was rather silly of me not to realize that my shelf was too tall standing up. You certainly got me there, but I had a good laugh and I took care of it with my hand saw. You know I only lost two fingers, but no big deal! There it sits, all pretty and green and there's only one half of it that got splattered with my gushing blood. I'm sure that'll wash off eventually.
Alas, I believe I've boreded you with all my details of love for your every nook and cranny. I'll just curl up and fall asleep in my corner, it'll be the best feeling since having laid eyes on you.
Love you forever,
Ashie poo
Friday, September 23, 2011
Ok, ok, so it's a well known fact that SOME birds aim their bombs at you...
That's right, one of my worst fears come true: Shat on by bird (dun dun dun).
Last time I was lucky and I avoided anything... sort of, except for a few splats on my easily washable jacket...
This time I saw the crow fly to the lamp post and usually when I walk I am watching the side walk for white splotches and walking around them, but this time I looked up at Mr. Crow and thought "You just landed and now I'm skeptically eyeing you... I think you may poop soon."
Instead of me completely walking around the sidewalk and possibly getting hit by oncoming traffic I decided to runnnnn under the lamp post. And what do you know?! Got part of my eco-friendly re-usable bolen books bag and my index and middle finger.
Thankfully I was beside Thrifties and went in to the washroom and scrubbed it off my hand.
Other than that my day was full of better stuff... until that is the end of my day when I received a phone call that my grandma was in the hospital.
Turns out when you get old you shouldn't eat too much salty stuff or you'll get water-logged lungs which will press upon your already weak heart.
Grandma will be fine but it looks like we'll have to give her lessons in phoning 911 before phoning her son (my dad) to see what she should do.
I LOVE YOU GRANDMA. Stop talking about offing yourself in the hospital!
Last time I was lucky and I avoided anything... sort of, except for a few splats on my easily washable jacket...
This time I saw the crow fly to the lamp post and usually when I walk I am watching the side walk for white splotches and walking around them, but this time I looked up at Mr. Crow and thought "You just landed and now I'm skeptically eyeing you... I think you may poop soon."
Instead of me completely walking around the sidewalk and possibly getting hit by oncoming traffic I decided to runnnnn under the lamp post. And what do you know?! Got part of my eco-friendly re-usable bolen books bag and my index and middle finger.
Thankfully I was beside Thrifties and went in to the washroom and scrubbed it off my hand.
Other than that my day was full of better stuff... until that is the end of my day when I received a phone call that my grandma was in the hospital.
Turns out when you get old you shouldn't eat too much salty stuff or you'll get water-logged lungs which will press upon your already weak heart.
Grandma will be fine but it looks like we'll have to give her lessons in phoning 911 before phoning her son (my dad) to see what she should do.
I LOVE YOU GRANDMA. Stop talking about offing yourself in the hospital!
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Bus Times
Hello Interwebs,
I figure since I ride public transit quite often and experience all types of peoples I would share some of these stories with you.
A couple of weeks ago I was on my way back to my parent's house. The bus ride takes around an hour and a half straight from downtown, so I usually kick back with my music plugged in and focus on the scenery; however there was a lot of night-time road reconstruction, and since there is only one road leading in and out of this town, the bus had to stop and wait for half an hour before moving ahead.
There was a woman on the bus who had been animatedly speaking with an older mother and her grown son. She was dressed in tight, black pants, a tight fitting jacket, and heavy make-up. When the bus had come to a stop she stood up to see what was going on then began pacing the aisle on the bottom level of the double decker.
Eventually she phoned someone to tell them she was stuck in road construction. She then began expressing her thoughts out loud wishing for us to move soon.
A tall, large, shaved-headed man then told her to "shut the f* up".
To which she responded, "excuse me? What did you just say to me? You don't speak to women that way!"
He smirked and said something which I could not hear and the woman continued to stare back at him.
At some point the "argument," mostly propelled by the woman, got into how "Do you think you could ever get with this? No one would ever touch you, you fat, disgusting slob. You're disgusting and you could never have a piece of this."
He just shook his head and said, "I would never want to touch you, because you look like a whore."
She continued to get all fired up and talking about how he wasn't good enough to ever get someone who looked like her and eventually walked up to the bus driver to complain about the man.
Of course the driver did nothing, probably wanting to remain neutral because... well, I live in a pretty sketch town, and it's just one of those towns where these kinds of shit stirrers like to inhabit.
The man finally got to his stop and as he jumped off the bus he whipped out a knife and said "The next time I see you at a bus stop, bitch" and motioned the knife across his throat. He then disappeared down a dark, unlit road... no lie.
Well, the woman continued on and asking every single person on the bus if they heard the man, and saw the 16 inch knife he'd whipped out and "I should call the cops, I have kids, what the hell?"
It was interesting, all I hope is to never bump into that fellow again, and since no one got hurt.... it was quite entertaining :) but only because no one got hurt.
-_-
I figure since I ride public transit quite often and experience all types of peoples I would share some of these stories with you.
A couple of weeks ago I was on my way back to my parent's house. The bus ride takes around an hour and a half straight from downtown, so I usually kick back with my music plugged in and focus on the scenery; however there was a lot of night-time road reconstruction, and since there is only one road leading in and out of this town, the bus had to stop and wait for half an hour before moving ahead.
There was a woman on the bus who had been animatedly speaking with an older mother and her grown son. She was dressed in tight, black pants, a tight fitting jacket, and heavy make-up. When the bus had come to a stop she stood up to see what was going on then began pacing the aisle on the bottom level of the double decker.
Eventually she phoned someone to tell them she was stuck in road construction. She then began expressing her thoughts out loud wishing for us to move soon.
A tall, large, shaved-headed man then told her to "shut the f* up".
To which she responded, "excuse me? What did you just say to me? You don't speak to women that way!"
He smirked and said something which I could not hear and the woman continued to stare back at him.
At some point the "argument," mostly propelled by the woman, got into how "Do you think you could ever get with this? No one would ever touch you, you fat, disgusting slob. You're disgusting and you could never have a piece of this."
He just shook his head and said, "I would never want to touch you, because you look like a whore."
She continued to get all fired up and talking about how he wasn't good enough to ever get someone who looked like her and eventually walked up to the bus driver to complain about the man.
Of course the driver did nothing, probably wanting to remain neutral because... well, I live in a pretty sketch town, and it's just one of those towns where these kinds of shit stirrers like to inhabit.
The man finally got to his stop and as he jumped off the bus he whipped out a knife and said "The next time I see you at a bus stop, bitch" and motioned the knife across his throat. He then disappeared down a dark, unlit road... no lie.
Well, the woman continued on and asking every single person on the bus if they heard the man, and saw the 16 inch knife he'd whipped out and "I should call the cops, I have kids, what the hell?"
It was interesting, all I hope is to never bump into that fellow again, and since no one got hurt.... it was quite entertaining :) but only because no one got hurt.
-_-
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