Ick report, with ick removed.

[mrissa]

Going to mmerriam's reading last night was probably not my wisest move ever -- not because of the reading, just because I am still extremely unsteady, and was even more so last night. (Sorry, allochthon! I really do like to talk to you when I can concentrate on two things at once, like talking and remaining upright!)

Going to the doctor this morning was pretty reasonable (pre-scheduled gynecologist appointment, not extra food-poisoning-related one): there was only so much worse I could end up feeling, and it wasn't that bad. (And my blood pressure was once again up as far as 100/60! As if I was a human being and not a geranium! Oh, I was so excited. Of course that may have skewed the numbers...hmm....) And we have some stuff to try to make my menstrual cycle not such complete hell before we try other stuff, and that's what I have to say about that in a public forum. If you consider it your business, you can e-mail me, but be forewarned that the numbers of people who are right in considering it their business are extremely limited. And it's not like an infomercial: acting now will not help.

I'm in baby-step mode around here. Do a bit of revision on MSS. Rest. Wrap some presents. Rest. Etc. Not my favorite mode, but sometimes a necessary one.

I am finding myself quite guiltily grateful that markgritter decided to have a handful of people over for games rather than a real birthday party this year. I will still try to overhost -- remember, I am the person retrobabble had to smack down for trying to be hostly in a hotel room in a strange city while I had the flu -- but if things are not up to my standards, it's not a big event for which I will have worked myself silly, it's just a few friends who can get their own damn Doritos out of the pantry if it works out that way. Oh, you want a glass of water? Are your legs broken?

As I ponder this last expression, a favorite of my aunts and cousins when I was little, it occurs to me that they always asked in the plural. It was not good enough to have one broken leg. If you had one broken leg, you were presumably about to be sent to get your own water, and possibly told not to be such a baby, because when the greats got here from Norway, Great-Grandma had to carry the logs to the river with two broken legs, and she didn't whine about it.

Tough crowd, my aunts. Of course, if you actually had a broken leg, or, y'know, a hangnail on your little toe, the story would be quite different. Still.

I'm also thinking about Stravinsky, but I'm pretty sure that can wait.

Comments

[wilfulcait.livejournal.com]

My mother broke her leg (the smaller bone in her lower leg, actually) just before heading on vacation with her girlfriends, about ten years ago. She ignored it, went to the beach, rode her bike, played golf. The day the company left, she suddenly realized she was in pain. Went to the doctor and the nurse said, how did you break your leg yesterday? Mom: I didn't, I broke it ten days ago. Nurse: That can't be right; your insurance doesn't cover breaks that happened that long ago. Now, how did you break your leg yesterday?

[dichroic.livejournal.com]

That is the right way to deal with health insurance, IMO.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Exactly.

[dsgood.livejournal.com]

Drat -- when I saw you at the reading, I figured that meant you were feeling better!

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Sorry to disappoint!

I did try looking pale and shaky, but I don't suppose you've had enough exposure to differentiate Norwegian-Mris pale from no-really-really-I-mean-it pale.

[telophase.livejournal.com]

My mom is very much in denial when it comes to pain/health/whatever - if you're in pain, it can't possibly be anything other than you making a mountain out of a molehill. Thus leading to Extreme Adolescent Angst on my part. When I broke my toe, I had to put my foot down (gingerly) and insist she drive me to the doctor - only the Xray showing an obvious break convinced her I wasn't lying - and I was only able to get her to drive me to work the next day, and no other days thereafter (ensuring that I couldn't take pain medication until I got to work, and not in the afternoon until I got home). I complained about that some time later, and to her credit she said "Oh - that was your driving foot! I didn't realize!" I replied "Mom, I drive a standard. Thye're both my driving feet." And because inside I am a vindictive twelve-year-old, I hope in my heart of hearts that she feels really guilty about that.

She thinks I'm exaggerating the pain of my migraines, too, and has told me that she wouldn't believe they were migraines except that the migraine meds work. She's a much nicer person that it seems. I've just learned not to trust her about health-related matters. Especially not after walking on an injured ankle ligament for six years because my parents insisted that exercise would make it better - quite the opposite. What all this means is that now I either run to the doctor for the tiniest of sniffles or don't go at all until forced to - two years of migraines before I finally went to get diagnosed and treated.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

My family does tend to have this bimodal thing as well: either it's Nothing and you just need to suck it up and deal, or else it's A Problem and you need to deal with it now, preferably with specialists chosen by someone smart.

My grandfather is trying to find a middle ground now that he gets sick when he overdoes, because "suck it up and deal" often means that he gets A Problem when otherwise he might have had a cold for a day or two. Aging. Looks hard to adjust to.

[mkille.livejournal.com]

The problem Laura has with our doctor is that we picked one that specifically didn't overdiagnose, overmedicate, over-anything--because we don't do that either. So when she goes to the doctor, it's because something is Really Truly Wrong, but the doctor lives up to expectations and doesn't want to treat her, leading to more complications than we want or need. Hoisted by our own medical philosophy petard, we have been.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

This is why everyone needs a porphyrin.

[mkille.livejournal.com]

There's a tax deduction for travel to medical care. We could rack up big if we had a porphyrin.