Thoughts Bloody, Or Nothing Worth
So I had to go back to the hospital for more blood tests, and I was thinking, I really should just install a stopcock.
You know, it would be easier to just open the spigot...
My hospital is terrified of superbugs, so you have to go through admitting for even a bloodtest, and you have to bath in liquid alcohol every three steps or so. I'm not kidding. The employees must all have diaper rash.
They're testing my blood for electrolytes. They're worried the treatment I'm on will give me the side effect of spiking my k+, which gives you the fun benefit of a massive heart attack. Wee!
As for the treatment itself, it's been three months but they say that's still early, so...
I still feel really awful, but that's a given. The pain means surgery isn't quite as scary as it was, but they're waiting on it. Because it doesn't have a great chance of success, natch.
I guess this has been your vague and erratic medical update.
(Hey, it's bleak enough living with this, you don't need to hear about it blah blah blah)
You know, it would be easier to just open the spigot...
My hospital is terrified of superbugs, so you have to go through admitting for even a bloodtest, and you have to bath in liquid alcohol every three steps or so. I'm not kidding. The employees must all have diaper rash.
They're testing my blood for electrolytes. They're worried the treatment I'm on will give me the side effect of spiking my k+, which gives you the fun benefit of a massive heart attack. Wee!
As for the treatment itself, it's been three months but they say that's still early, so...
I still feel really awful, but that's a given. The pain means surgery isn't quite as scary as it was, but they're waiting on it. Because it doesn't have a great chance of success, natch.
I guess this has been your vague and erratic medical update.
(Hey, it's bleak enough living with this, you don't need to hear about it blah blah blah)
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