At The Neuro.
June 26th, 2008 by trancejen
“I read your 48-hour EEG. There are spikes indicating that when you pass out you are actually having small seizures.”
“Well that clears that up.”
“Excuse me?”
“Sorry. I’m having a sarcastic moment. So what do we do?”
“I’m going to increase your Topamax (Dopamax, Stupamax) and give you narcotic patches for the pain.”
“Great. Bring on the drugs. Medicate me into fucking oblivion, Doc. Erase me.”
“Excuse me?”
“Sorry. I’m having a depressive week. Thanks for the scripts.”
I’m also going to go see a doctor up at University of Chicago now that I have Medicare Part B and not simply Medicaid. Trying to pay for medical care with Medicaid in the city of Chicago is similar to trying to pay with live chickens.
So, seizures. Fuckbrain, not Heartfuck. I suppose this renders the device implanted in my chest somewhat useless, so I am going to call the cardiologist with the news. Surgery to remove the dratted thing will follow.
I can’t wait.
In other news, I am having five children over today to play in the pool. Thankfully they come accompanied by two of my oldest and dearest friends, so I’m not complaining. Maybe I need some company.
Happy Thursday.
kimberly wrote on 06/26/08 at 6:56 pm :
metaphysical hugs