Archive for July, 2008

Doctors can kiss my ass…

I’m fed up. I’ve had it up to HERE with constant probing, testing, poking, prodding, cutting, gouging and I don’t just mean on my physical person on that last one — I’m in deep with medical bills. As some of you already know I’ve been quite ill since the early part of the year. I’ve had to change my diet entirely, stop drinking (although I had one drink here and there and regretting every minute of it afterward) and I basically am worshiping the organic food (organic EVERYTHING) gods.

After constant pain, nausea, dizziness, fatigue and feeling like hot pokers are in my stomach, I still have no answers. And now I’m facing the dilemma of having a laparoscopy which pretty much sounds like THE most invasive surgery I can think of involving my lady parts that doesn’t actually involve removing them. And for what? Just to have my doctor trample my flowers while trying to find a weed, as my father puts it. I am tired of the procedures. They never turn up enough to solve my problems. And the doctors seem to just grasp at straws — and my wallet.

I just feel that most doctors are truly disconnected from their patients. They don’t try to fit themselves in your shoes — let alone walk around them a bit and understand what they feel like. It sometimes seems that I’m floating aimlessly in a vortex where no one can reach me or care to. Where I can’t get my feet on the ground. All of this and I’m trying to be a homeowner, which means I’m still unpacking, settling in, cleaning and decorating. And that also means I have been neglecting my love of blogging — and reading them.

What do I do? Do I just go ahead and do another procedure and endure a three to five-day recovery time? Or do I just heal myself…not knowing what exactly I’m healing?

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Home-owning hazard no. 1

As a recent homeowner, I have more than my share of new responsibilities. One of which is my newly acquired landscape. I’m pretty much used to balcony gardens from my apartment renting days, which is basically just potted plants and wind-chimes. Now I have full on greenery that stretches farther than just a few steps and all the nuisances that comes with it. Namely: wildlife.

This morning I was watering the front yard and a flurry of dragonflies, bees, butterflies and dirt-dobbers were abound. I tried not to swat at bees of course, as a gardening friend of mine had warned me before so I just went along my merry way, watering and sweating up a storm. But at one point I saw/felt something scurry up my leg…

I squealed of course and jumped back. I did a little wiggle and shook my leg. I thought what had decided to set up camp in my pants had flown away because the next thing I saw was a bug (bee? wasp?) fly overhead. I was at ease thinking I no longer had a visitor in my jeans. But then I felt a scampering in a place I shall not disclosed.  I quickly ran into the house and dropped trough. Sure enough a little gecko scampering out and into the bathroom. Yes folks. A lizard was in my pants. I ran to find something to catch it with. My cat Tiger Lily seemed amused. She didn’t go after him though and just when I though she was at least going to swat at it, my little friend (I now shall call him Frankie) ran behind the sink cabinet.

I got a towel and closed the bathroom door. I put the towel in front of the door to block Frankie if he tried to get out. Then I waited about 45 minutes, grabbed Lily and we went hunting again. This time Frankie was on the wall and I knocked him down with a broom. Lily just stared at him as I tried to scoop him up into a container but alas, he ran back to his hiding place. He’s probably still there…

I talked to my friend and others who basically said having a little gecko in the house can be a good thing — they kill spiders and such. Plus (if Lily ever figures out to attack him) Frankie can be some good protein for my cat. So now we wait…and next time I water the yard, I will wear a long dress. Sure it may make it an easier route, but at least then if it happens again, I can shake Frankie off with one jump.