Enter at Your Own Risk, Part 2
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I forgot to mention: new cat pictures on Down time. Kitten from Hell continues to find new ways to apply her expanding powers of wanton destruction. The most recent victim was a model of a cat that I had made and was inordinately fond of. A friend of mine (the one with nineteen cats) and…
Memorial Day weekend ended mostly unremarkable. Indeed, things in general are far less remarkable than they were last year this time. Perhaps the most remarkable thing that happened was that the Younger Sister called to give me her regards on the anniversary of the transplant (as measured by the day-before-Memorial-Day as opposed as measuring from…
I was getting ready to leave the office tonight when the phone rang. It was somebody who works with my state’s APHIS (Animal and Plant Health Inspection Services) branch of the USDA. This person had run a long term study at our facility, and we’d gotten to be friends while she was here. It seems…
Thanks a bunch, Slipper. I had a classmate in veterinary school who was into rabbits in a big way. Except I think she was incapable of saying the word “rabbit”. It was always “bunnies”. Bunny this, bunny that. She was one of those poor unfortunates with a tiny squeeky voice as well. I’ve never forgiven…
It would appear that I continue to do quite well, according to my transplant coordinator. My incision is healing very nicely, I’ve lost fifteen pounds of superfluous water weight since last Tuesday, and all my bloodwork from last week looks good. I get to skip a check-up next week (though I still need to get…
I had gone to Canon’s site before, but when a search using the error message that ZoomBrowserEX gave me failed to turn anything up, I abandoned all hope. Tonight, fueled by your suggestion, I returned to their stupid site and looked through all the known problems connected with my camera’s software. I turned up a…
Ok, have your OB/GYN give you a referral to an indocrinologist. There are estrogen mimicing (sp) drugs out there that can give you some relief without the dangers of estrogen.
One thing I have learned is that Drs. are so focused on some things that they miss others. I took my mother to FIVE Drs. for her sudden blindness before we hit on a neuro-opthalmologist who figured out that her blindness was caused by her inability to absorb B vitamins due to Crohn’s disease. Every other Dr. she had seen knew her medical history yet missed the fact that Crohn’s causes malabsorbtion in the small intestine. The fact that the transplant Dr. misdiagnosed your high blood pressure really isn’t a surprise. If it isn’t in the realm of what they are used to, they miss it.
You are an educated woman who doesn’t lie down for what the "professionals" say. You have done the research and you know what is going on. Stick to your guns until you find a Dr. who can help you with the perimenopause. As someone who has gone through it (and am still going through it) I can say that there ARE answers out there, you just have to shovel through the shit before you find them.
Hugs,
Bobbi
The Oracle of Pupik asked me to pass on this message to you.
"Some days it’s better to just to stay home and bake cookies."
I tend to trip over major things like shadows, dust and perfectly even ground. I also stumble across gravity pockets frequently, which quickly suck me to the ground and strongly resembles a trip.
Alli
Hmmm… didn’t you say something about moving Out West? They won’t know you’ve tripped for quite a while.
I so agree. Bats have been given awful press.
I met a woman who kept an orphaned bat tucked inside her clothing against her chest to keep it warm. The woman had cancer and was glad to be able to give life to another being.
I’m experiencing staggering inmaturity today and will retire to laugh at the thought of hot flushes until the dreadful guests we are entertaining are gone never to return.