March 27th, 2007 at 2:46 pm
(Better Living Through Chemistry, Interstitial Cystitis, WoW)
I made it into Dr. Asshat’s today. And suprise, since my mother was with me, he did not sass me, not even when I told him I had stopped the Elmiron. For some reason however, he was pushing that the reason I went into remission after getting off of it was because it was still in my system and not, oh, maybe because a source of irritation was removed. Well, how should I know anyway, I haven’t a degree.
He told me that I should appeal to my insurance company to get them to fill my pills in the way I need them filled. Frankly, I don’t know if I have enough willpower to fight the red tape right now but I am going to get the information from Eloric on how to do this. The doctor said that recently he has had several patients go through the same things. And I need a new gyno, since he sees nothing wrong with suppressing my period altogether, just as the Urogyn said last year.
However, I am somewhat upset because he still doesn’t want to medicate what pain I have, even after my mother gave witness to my pain… even after he himself admitted that he had seen me in excruciating pain. I’ve gone from 3 refills of Darvocet (the most weak, pathetic painkiller there is with a script and hard to abuse) to one for the entire year. Granted, I have been able to make one refill last 6 months but that was skipping medicine unless I wanted to die. Thankfully I did not have bad flares from August of last year to two weeks ago but this is a little ridiculous from a man who minutes before was relating my horrible pain to my mother. He acted put out that I would even dare to ask for pain medicine until I could craft a letter to my insurance company and appeal their ass-hatted decision not to dispense me my pills as written. He acted as if I were seeking. I told him he could have them back if I didn’t use them but that it was better to have them than not to and then to call him when I’m ready to commit suicide and have him give me the same song and dance. And why yes, the pain CAN get that bad, so don’t go there.
So now I have to set up a new gyno and get nasty with some gits at the insurance company.
But at least I have epics. Or epic. Eloric crafted me an epic healing hood yesterday. Hood of Primal Life. Woot!
And I hate Black Morass.
March 23rd, 2007 at 6:37 am
(Better Living Through Chemistry, Interstitial Cystitis)
Why is it that whenever I post “Wheee! I feel so good!!!” my bladder puts the smackdown on me and reminds me just how bad I can feel?
There’s no getting around it any longer- The time has come to make an appointment with Dr. Asshat. I have one original formula Prosed left and one pain pill left from my final refill in October. Much as I hate to go and see him, much as I hate him and his condescension, much as he will probably spaz when I tell him I stopped taking Elmiron last year… if I want the pee medicine, I have to see him. It’s been over a year since I consulted with him. I will simply make it known to him that I believe the reason I got this way is that my insurance company tells me when I have to have a period and I’m having basically one long period and have been since the middle of last month, thanks to their belief that they know better about my body than my idiot gyne. It’s the only possible thing that I can think of that is causing this.
And I think I’ll take my mother. Dr. Asshat is not at all buffered by Eloric’s presence and I seem to need an advocate. Mother will put the smackdown on the git for me if it is needed. She knows what pain I have and have had and so forth. She will tell him off. I can’t get away with that stuff.
Edit: I was in too much pain not to call but they couldn’t fit me in until the 27th. And I am taking my mother. Let’s see him get pissy with me with her in the room. However I don’t know why he can’t respect me as an adult in my own right. Probably because I’m a woman who claims she is in pain (but probably really isn’t, silly, drug-seeking woman).
March 21st, 2007 at 11:16 am
(WoW)
OK. Yesterday we ran Old Hillsbrad twice. The first time was with several guildies, the second with RL friends. Something totally hilarious happened.
I don’t want to spoil stuff for the lowbies out there but hell, doesn’t everyone know you’re busting Thrall out of Durnholde by now? So anyway, we kill the trash and set the huts ablaze, kill the boss and go into the basement to free the Warchief. We make it outside, kill the next set of people and he steals the horse. I always found it kind of ironic that he has to take the slow bus to Tarren Mill… Oh and I look like an idiot on my kodo but at least my hair is an interesting color. Eloric is BALD lol!
So we follow him up the river to old Tarren Mill. Well, there happen to be bears and spiders moseying around, just as there are in decrepit Hillsbrad/Tarren Mill… and there we are, following Thrall, when he rides right over a bear and aggros it. He jumps off his horse and one-shots the bear and yells “I did not ask for this!!!” Just as he does when he kills people. But it was a bear and he did ride right over top of it. Gods love you, my future Warchief, but you most certainly did ask for it by running pell mell over Yogi. We all started laughing. We nearly lagged too far behind Thrall, we were laughing so hard. Unfortunately, the first go on the dragonkin battle was a wipe because the tank broke sleep on my target and we had to watch Thrall die. Second time though, we kicked dragon tail and the instance ended as it should have.
Oh and first time through I got some loot 
Northshire Battlemace
Gods love you, Thrall, for making me laugh so hard.
March 20th, 2007 at 7:48 am
(Better Living Through Chemistry, Interstitial Cystitis, Nature, WoW)
QQ High Overlord Saurfang is meditating and I can’t log in to check my alt for auctions. I won’t say more about this in case somehow I manage to anger Saurfang and die. *Because no one can stand being sought out by Saurfang. It is too much. One’s brain simply implodes at such a thought… even if it’s not true.*
I haven’t mentioned it except in a comment but my toon hit 68 the other day and I CAN FLY. Yeah, I know- welcome to 2007. I’m still tickled.
I’m in an all-around better mood, so I need to make the rounds and leave comments to everyone who took a moment for me when I was spazzed out. I need to update links and I’m sure I missed some e-mail here and there. Maybe I’ll catch up on it while Saurfang prepares himself for the coming week.
I’d like to mention that querticin seems to be tha bomb in dealing with my IC. I have deliberately eaten foods (mmmm hot fudge sundae with peanuts) that should make me flare and, thanks to the supplement, have not only avoided pain, but have been sleeping through the night. I guess it is a major ingredient in two IC formulas… anyhoo, that’s how I heard of it. I figured that I had nothing to lose by taking it and I wound up winning. This will be very welcome when the wheat fields hereabouts start releasing their fiendish pollen.
I need to get on the stick and order some herbs to plant this year. Chief on my list is Solomon’s Seal. And I need to replace my curry plant that died tragically during the blizzard when I could not get out to the cottage to water it. I have a list somewhere… somewhere… but I’m rather disorganized at the moment. And I need to decide how much and what oils and tinctures I’m making this year. Or at least the stuff you make in spring and summer. Dandelion, definitely- tincture and oil. Violet oil, maybe tincture and naturally syrup. Thyme honey? Well, if it lived. Other things are debatable. I’m not sure yet as to what, if any, essences I’ll attempt this year. I’m still working on attuning to the dragon copper/jasper pendant I got at the end of last week.
Anyhoo- time to start making the rounds.
March 14th, 2007 at 6:11 pm
(Better Living Through Chemistry, Interstitial Cystitis, News)
This unseasonably warm weather has had a very positive effect on my state of mind. I feel as though bits of me that winter had amputated have finally regenerated themselves and I can go about my life somewhat as before. I think we must have walked 25 miles in the last 4 days or so.
About my uncle though- Last year he was diagnosed with the cancer earlier in the year and they told him he would only live 9 mos with chemo and 6 mos without. He proved them wrong and has lived over a year so far and he recently had his surgery. I just heard about the results two days ago. I guess he had tumors on his colon and small intestine. They removed the ones on his colon but not those on the small intestine and when they looked a his liver, which was what they were in there for in the first place- there were too many to remove. I don’t know if he has decided to take another round of chemo or not at this point as I have not spoken with my parents about it and I don’t think he’s been in any shape to consider it.
Also- I wish my insurance company didn’t have any say on the dispensing of my pills as they are not allowing me to take them at the schedule I was prescribed them. I’m supposed to leave off a week every 3 months, which I have been doing, just as instructed. When I went to fill them last week, I was told I could not have them yet as it was too early.. never mind it has been 21 days since the last refill and I had had a period in January. I’m just glad that this cockeyed job didn’t make me flare, since that is why I take them that way in the first place- SO I DON’T FLARE. Never mind that the doctor wouldn’t listen to the other gyn and give me no periods whatsoever. Of course, he is also the git who thinks antibiotics don’t interfere with the pill.
Anyway. I’m feeling quite a bit better now.
March 8th, 2007 at 5:57 pm
(News, Thoughts)
I am beginning to doubt my brother-in-law’s sanity. Well OK, I guess what I really mean is: “I did not care to have confirmation of my suspicion that sometime he would snap and go utterly nutter.”
read the rest of In, out, in, out, in, out… In?
March 3rd, 2007 at 8:27 pm
(News)
Have you ever gotten to the point where everything was too much? I mean everything, from reading a book to checking your e-mail. I know I’m over-stressed from everything that has been going on but this is simply stupid. But at least I don’t have to stay with my aunt anymore. There is that.
All I can do is lay around and listen to a recording of “rain in the country”. Eloric maintains I get like this every year but if I do, I think I’d remember it. I broke down sobbing in the bath last night. If I do something for myself, I feel like shit. I need to get out of the house but it is still cold and nasty out and I have some sort of winter illness.
I’m half-heartedly considering giving up my fanlistings but then I do that every winter.
I’m just tired of everything right now.
cats, 
