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jackofallgeeks) wrote2004-05-26 09:09 pm
jackofallgeeks) wrote2004-05-26 09:09 pm
Sickness and Death
First the sad news, to get it out of the way.
We just got word late last night that one of my sister's best friends died of an aneurysm.
She's five years old.
In other news, I went to the doctor's today for the first time in... well, a couple years at least. i don't get sick often. They sat me down, stared at me for a couple hours, then said I was sick and that I should see a doctor. The bill should be in the mail.
OK, it wasn't QUITE like that... I went in and a cute blonde nurse took my vitals, which just means she took my blood pressure, my temperature, and weighed me like a hunk of meat. I feel so used. But I weighed in at 185lbs, so I guess that's something. They don't need to throw me back.
I sat in the waiting room, writing about a Drive-thru attendant in odd circumstances, until a brunette girl called me back. Her name was Ms. Denver (I've forgotten her first name), and she was a 4th-year med student. I guess I was an easy case for her to try. (I'm still registered in the 'adolescent' departmnent, and I assume I'm a bit more cognizant than a thirteen year old.) She gave the the fifth-degree about my cld and subsequent ear-troubles and ran me through some tests (mostly "Does this hurt? Does this hurt? Oh, there's blood in your ear), then when she thought she knew what she was dealing with, she went out and conferred with the doctor (LCDR. Collins, MD, MPH, FAAP -- did I mention I have military health coverage?), who came in and ran similar tests ("Hey, there IS blood in your ear"), and they told me I had a viral infection in my right ear, but that it looks to be getting better. So I made off with out needing to take meds (you can't really medicate virii, and I hate taking drugs when I needn't really, even for headaches most of the time), so it was all good.
When Dr. Collins came in, she asked how I was, I said I as fine, and then I started to chuckle (about as much laugh as I can muster these days without setting off a coughing-fit). She asked why I was laughing, and I said "Well, I'm at a doctor's office, and you asked me how I was." And she laughed and said "And you said 'Fine.' I usually tease people for that, saying 'Well, looks like my job here is done." It was grand. They told me that I 'needed' to schedule a general check-up, though, as I haven't had one in years. She said I was her favorite kind of patient, the laughing kind.
So, that was my day in a nutshell. Half an hour and I need to get to bed, so I can be in for work tomorrow. they're having me set up a new UserAccount, and i'm gonna train the guy on our IT stuff when he starts on Tuesday. he's another intern, so it shouldn't be too hard, I think. I already know most of what I'm doing anyhow, and Roman's going to 'supervise' (read: make sure I don't screw up). The people there are great; it's just the 120min commute that's hell.
Anyways, I'm off.
We just got word late last night that one of my sister's best friends died of an aneurysm.
She's five years old.
In other news, I went to the doctor's today for the first time in... well, a couple years at least. i don't get sick often. They sat me down, stared at me for a couple hours, then said I was sick and that I should see a doctor. The bill should be in the mail.
OK, it wasn't QUITE like that... I went in and a cute blonde nurse took my vitals, which just means she took my blood pressure, my temperature, and weighed me like a hunk of meat. I feel so used. But I weighed in at 185lbs, so I guess that's something. They don't need to throw me back.
I sat in the waiting room, writing about a Drive-thru attendant in odd circumstances, until a brunette girl called me back. Her name was Ms. Denver (I've forgotten her first name), and she was a 4th-year med student. I guess I was an easy case for her to try. (I'm still registered in the 'adolescent' departmnent, and I assume I'm a bit more cognizant than a thirteen year old.) She gave the the fifth-degree about my cld and subsequent ear-troubles and ran me through some tests (mostly "Does this hurt? Does this hurt? Oh, there's blood in your ear), then when she thought she knew what she was dealing with, she went out and conferred with the doctor (LCDR. Collins, MD, MPH, FAAP -- did I mention I have military health coverage?), who came in and ran similar tests ("Hey, there IS blood in your ear"), and they told me I had a viral infection in my right ear, but that it looks to be getting better. So I made off with out needing to take meds (you can't really medicate virii, and I hate taking drugs when I needn't really, even for headaches most of the time), so it was all good.
When Dr. Collins came in, she asked how I was, I said I as fine, and then I started to chuckle (about as much laugh as I can muster these days without setting off a coughing-fit). She asked why I was laughing, and I said "Well, I'm at a doctor's office, and you asked me how I was." And she laughed and said "And you said 'Fine.' I usually tease people for that, saying 'Well, looks like my job here is done." It was grand. They told me that I 'needed' to schedule a general check-up, though, as I haven't had one in years. She said I was her favorite kind of patient, the laughing kind.
So, that was my day in a nutshell. Half an hour and I need to get to bed, so I can be in for work tomorrow. they're having me set up a new UserAccount, and i'm gonna train the guy on our IT stuff when he starts on Tuesday. he's another intern, so it shouldn't be too hard, I think. I already know most of what I'm doing anyhow, and Roman's going to 'supervise' (read: make sure I don't screw up). The people there are great; it's just the 120min commute that's hell.
Anyways, I'm off.
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Hey, feel better already!
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Yeah, that's the plan, to feel better. I think it's clearing up some already -- it was really bad a few days ago, but it's been getting less and less. I've also taken to sleeping with my head and shoulders elevated, which seems to be helping, too.
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The doctor i went to monday for my fucked up fingers did the same thing yours did, "does this hurt? ::poke:: does this hurt?" ::bend:: OWFUCK!" i guess they get a little sadistic over the years.
oh oh oh, the really, reeeeaally fun appointments are for specialists. I tried to list all i've had, i counted up to 6 before i lost track, and basically all they did was refer me to another specialist before we just gave up on them.
Damnit, we need more elves around here.
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