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Felicitation on my day of birth!
Got my cat scan yesterday, it was quick and painless, just lay on the table and hold you breath when the machine tells you while it slides you back and forth through the donut. I had been worried I was too fat to fit in the machine but there was plenty of room. The radiologist is looking at the pix and will call my doctor today and then she will contact me to decide our course of treatments. I expect they are just going to to have me drink lots of water and endure it till it passes, though there is a possiblity if it is big enough, in the right place, and of the right kind they might use the sonic blaster on me.
Right now I am on two vicodin ES 750's and it's still sore and uncomfortable. I can't seem to find a comfortable position to sit in nor does stretching and moving doesn't have any salutatory effect. Every once in a while I get a bit hot and fevery but it's always been pretty mild.
Before my kidneys started hurting I had been considering crawling 6th street this evening, seeing how many free drinks I could cadge with the intention of getting throughly hammered. But with my filtration system in questionable states I don't think that's a good idea. Pity, my soul feels like it could use a good drunk. I've been bitchy and feeling kind of trapped in my life lately. Rationally there's no reason for that, I am living the life I chose. I think I just have psychic junk accumulated in the halls of my mind. Echoes of sadness, lonliness, & disappointment, casual slights I've not completely forgotten. That vague snarl of memories of things undone that I've resigned to the fact I am not going to get to anytime soon.
Got my cat scan yesterday, it was quick and painless, just lay on the table and hold you breath when the machine tells you while it slides you back and forth through the donut. I had been worried I was too fat to fit in the machine but there was plenty of room. The radiologist is looking at the pix and will call my doctor today and then she will contact me to decide our course of treatments. I expect they are just going to to have me drink lots of water and endure it till it passes, though there is a possiblity if it is big enough, in the right place, and of the right kind they might use the sonic blaster on me.
Right now I am on two vicodin ES 750's and it's still sore and uncomfortable. I can't seem to find a comfortable position to sit in nor does stretching and moving doesn't have any salutatory effect. Every once in a while I get a bit hot and fevery but it's always been pretty mild.
Before my kidneys started hurting I had been considering crawling 6th street this evening, seeing how many free drinks I could cadge with the intention of getting throughly hammered. But with my filtration system in questionable states I don't think that's a good idea. Pity, my soul feels like it could use a good drunk. I've been bitchy and feeling kind of trapped in my life lately. Rationally there's no reason for that, I am living the life I chose. I think I just have psychic junk accumulated in the halls of my mind. Echoes of sadness, lonliness, & disappointment, casual slights I've not completely forgotten. That vague snarl of memories of things undone that I've resigned to the fact I am not going to get to anytime soon.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY LITCH
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celebrating birthday
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Happy Birthday...
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Dog treats all around!