gunsmoke on 15/10/2008 at 17:01
Quote Posted by The_Raven
I don't mean any offense, though I'd understand given the way it is worded. The name seems a little odd in that light, so I was wondering if there was anything behind it.
Just a simple fan of the old tv show of the same name, and western games, movies, shows in general.
Muzman on 15/10/2008 at 17:57
Quote Posted by AR Master
Neuralsurgery :/
Hmm, fun stuff. Still, operable is a good thing isn't it?
BEAR on 15/10/2008 at 18:18
Quote Posted by gunsmoke
Just a simple fan of the old tv show of the same name, and western games, movies, shows in general.
I wondered that. I love Gunsmoke (though I might like Bonanza a little more).
AR Master on 18/10/2008 at 02:32
Today I got sent to a counsellor's, because as they put it, it is important that while a dozen doctors look after my medical health, my "emotional health is also taken care of".
Great
I got a wide eyed Master's candidate student who nodded and said "uh huh!" a lot, picked my answers over for key words and asked canned questions. I felt about the same going in as I did going out so whether that's mission accomplished or not I can't say, but I humoured them and said I felt better and would not need further "sessions" because I don't want to waste anyone's time. I can only hope they keep my physical health leaps and bounds about how they "treat" my emotional health.
They've set up an MRI for next Tuesday before the blood battery results are finalized so they can rule out an adenoma once and for all before interpreting the results. This way if it comes up negative they can look for other reasons why my hormones are all fucked up and if it comes positive they've got a handle on why this is and won't waste time prescribing things that will ignore the main problem.
I got 12 hours sleep last night and woke up like I had two. Imagine you go to bed after a day of physical labour, fully exhausted. Three hours later some asshole busts in with an airhorn. How you would feel in the first 10 seconds of waking up is how I feel for two hours after waking. At this point I'm living on chemical energy to keep from just collapsing and falling asleep. I am juggling with this my thesis, a seminar I have to put together for next week and my duties as a teaching assistant looking out for 71 undergrads and their horrible horrible assignments. Work has been less forthcoming, citing protocol for cancelling shifts. I am to the point where I will pull the fucking union card if oh no I can't leave my IMMINENTLY IMPORTANT do nothing shift because I only got 45 hours heads up that they're going to stick me the fuck in a tube and send magnets into my skull to make sure they don't have to poke my brain with needles.
I get the feeling my girlfriend wants to break up with me because there is an understandable strain on our relationship at this point, what with me unable to do anything and having no libido and so forth. I really don't need that shit but she's shipping off to New York for a club trip for a week so if anybody in NY NY sees a petite short haired blonde girl making out with some other dude totally beat the shit out of him for me, thanks.
On the plus side I have Ovaltine malt powder, so I should be back to superman-like health in no time
pavlovscat on 18/10/2008 at 02:43
If you are having trouble staying alert when awake, see if one of your docs can prescribe some Provigil for you. It is a narcolepsy drug that also helps people focus mentally when they are experiencing problems with fatigue. (Hint...I sleep 10-12 hrs EVERY day or I'm good for nothing.) Provigil may help you at work as a temporary fix until they find out what is really happening.
henke on 24/10/2008 at 06:33
WELL???
Gussss on 24/10/2008 at 13:01
Quote Posted by AR Master
Today I got sent Ovaltine malt powder
you lucky bastard.................:eek:
AR Master on 25/10/2008 at 01:32
I said MRI on tuesday didn't I? haha disregard that i suck cocks it was friday (today)
Okay so today I gots my MRI which was lots of fun and some bloodwork back which was less so.
I called the endocrinologist's this morning to enquire about my bloodwork and the secretary said they're all in except one test outstanding but at any rate my testosterone is registering in the normal range... at the bottom of it. I forget the actual numbers because they change every fucking time with different measurement units but let's say on a scale from 1-100, I'm a 5. Maybe that's good for a corpse, but not me.
So they scheduled followup for APRIL
whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat
Welcome to Canadian medicine: Where everything is free and none of it's avaliable. They said April's the earliest they can get me in to discuss the results with the doctor and that's just fucking BULLSHIT so I have to put the screws on them next week until I get some fucking answers. I'll have the results forwarded to my family doctor back home who has been fighting for me fairly well so far so hopefully he can do something if this guy won't
The MRI is a large machine in a big empty room. They made me take off everything metal, including my pants and gave me a pair of hospital pants with no drawstring that I had to hold up with my hands. I was laid down on a board that essentially held me in place and given something of a helmet that kept me from moving my head and had a little mirror on it so I could see my feet.
I was backed into this tube and then treated to 20 minutes of a bad experimental electropop set, as the magnets and various other science parts made crunching, grinding, beeping and whirring noises to some faint beat. GRRRN GRRRN WMPWMPWMP GRRRN GRRRN WMPWMP EEEEEEEEEN EEEEEEEEEN for 20 minutes and I had to hold perfectly still.
When you're not supposted to move is when you notice your face itches so fucking badly
The results from that are to be sent to a radiologist for interpretation and then back to my family doctor who will let me know. From there there are a few options:
It's a tumah and I get on da choppa to neurosugery and out of a sticky situation
It's not a tumah and I get fucked because I'm waiting around with my thumb up my ass til April
It's not a tumour and I misinterpreted the secretary and the endo calls me in fairly soon to give me treatment
I get shafted again by all venues
It's been a month and I still have no answers, no solutions in sight. I have to call the endocrinologist next tuesday and hope hope hope I get some answers then but chances are good I'll be told to wait my 6 months. I've been reading about low testosterone and a lot of guys online seem to be able to just waltz into a doctor's office, say they've got low testosterone and walk out an hour later with enough steroids to kill a moose. Meanwhile I'm getting the runaround and still have no energy, no sex life, nothing. My girlfriend has stopped being my girlfriend, more or less by this point because we can't do anything and I have little interest in, well, anything.
I'm considering if just shooting myself would even be suicide or if it'd be murder first because I don't think I'm even me any more
oh well, halloween's coming. whee!
BEAR on 25/10/2008 at 03:27
Man that fucking sucks. I think doctors are kind of the scum of the earth when it comes right down to it.
