Medically Malcontent.
July 6, 2008
As you can see, I have not updated this thing in awhile. For the three of you actually paying attention, this site is more of a 'ramble when I feel the need' resource, and not a 'twitter every time I poop' sort of thing. I hope life isn't empty without listening to my incoming irrational bile on a regular basis, but you know, I've still got plenty to go around.
I suppose a large part of the problem is that I'm still trying to sort out some of my feelings regarding some of the recent catastrophes here. And I don't mean the three tornadoes that hit last month here in town - those all managed to narrowly miss us, even if only by a few hundred yards here and there, but I can chalk those up to 'near misses'.
See, my aunt just passed here a few days back, complications from cancer and all that. Though from what I heard from the doctors and relatives the 'complications' only got worse once my cousin talked her out of getting treatment - which was sort of inexplicable, considering that the previous time she had a bit of cancer they worked on her just fine.
So it seemed rather suspect to me, and the relatives involved have been awfully weird on the subject so I'm still not sure what to think. I like to think I just don't have the whole story but from the looks of it things went south for no good reason and... it's hard for me to forgive something like this. Especially since this isn't the first time it's happened in our family.
I've had two other relatives die of cancer precisely because of the same thing - idiot family talking them out of the treatment that would give them a good chance of surviving. I don't get what the hell is wrong with these people but hell, I'll take a 1% chance to live if it beats the alternative. I mean, I'm not planning on 98 virgins waiting for me when I die.
I can't seem to get my hands on one here.
This is why I'm making myself go to the doctor tomorrow. As it turns out I'll probably be needing another operation imminently, though astoundingly enough it's not for my dick. I know that should amaze the lot of you, having had to have five operations on that damn thing already, but oddly enough, it's for something else entirely. I seem to have a hernia.
I've kinda known it was there for awhile but it seems to be causing me problems of late. You know, like stabby pain every time I eat now, and the whole 'oddly swelling even though I'm losing weight' thing. I've lost 13 pounds but look larger than before. So something is clearly amiss and it seems to be adding up. Thus, I'm getting the ball rolling on that.
Because unlike some of my relatives, I'm not about to just let some ignorant idiot talk me out of getting proper medical care. So if I'm gone a week, that may be why. Of course it's hard to say 'cause that also may mean I've just found some new distracting shiny and can't be bothered to gripe about things on here. Or heck, why not both? Mmm, shiny things.
Who knows, maybe if they use some obscure one-shot expensive device I'll get to keep it this time. When they operated on my dick they used a weird camera/light/knife/catheter torture device on me that they can only use once for weird reasons that I don't get. They seem to re-use the thingies that sort out plasma from multiple folks, but not the Medical Toilet Snake?
But I bought one of the goddamn things and didn't even get to see the thing. Lousy crooks. I want that as a damn trophy. 'Look, this was chopping bits off of my bits.' Perhaps whatever terror implement they'll use to scoop up my intestines and put them back where they belong... hm. Yes, that's a fun mental picture isn't it? Sit and Spin on that when you think of I.