I lived! Yay, a bonus!

This will be quick. Thank you for your support from the surgery, Dr. Charm/Dr. Prick (he has many names...) and checking in when I disappear. So, here's the scoop. Things are all in place from surgery, all reports came back fine. Wheeeewh! I rested, or shall I say that I passed out daily for long lengths of time with a hearty gusto. I quite enjoyed it. Overlapping this procedure was the official diagnosis of Trigeminal Neuralgia. This is pure hell. I've included a link. The little video shows a super-quick surgery but if you read into symptoms, etc it'll give you an idea. I could barely get in and out of the car two days post-op and there I was at the neurologist for this. So read on that a bit and I should be back on the weekend. Perhaps the new meds will continue to help without breakthrough episodes. Hope all is well with you and I'll surely see you soon! xoxo =)

If it must be metal, make mine heavy. Mercury will do nicely.

First and foremost, I'd like to say that my mother's first post op, post radiation appointment was a great success! Still a few things to work on and tweak, but she's doing so well. On occasion she comments on how this was easier than she thought. That in comparison to many others, this seemed like a piece of cake. Where was her pain? Agony? Suffering? In her mind, she feels as if she cheated somehow; cancer diagnosis, surgery, radiation, cancer gone. Just that quick. She can't believe that she was just 'lucky'. Knowing her history, I told her that just perhaps all of the terrible and very unlucky things she went through were a trade off to give her breathing room at some point in the future when she really needed it. This might that time. But she is good. And we are happy.

I had an ER visit the other day. I won't go into detail now, perhaps in a couple days, but I had to report the physician. And if I don't get the results I want; which, I don't know what that might be but I figure I'll know it when I see it, I will personally report him to the medical board. You know, the folks that grant him his license. I want this on his record. I want any person checking on him as a prospective new physician to know what they are getting into. Ah, the smell of self-induced public humiliation. You can be rude to me. You can be rude to those I am with. You can treat me like an imbicile. I certainly don't recommend it, but you can. You can even deny me treatment for fuck-all knows why. I'll find another doctor. But don't you ever, ever, intentionally mock my integrity nor imply anything that could get me fired. Just because you're a prick. Because now, all of those other things DO matter and the gloves are off.

Thankfully he's not my surgeon. With whom I will begin a close and way too intimate relationship come Monday morning. After I'm home and feeling decent, I'll hop on this box and tell you how it went. Hint: If I'm home typing it can't be too entirely bad, can it?
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