Friday, August 26, 2005

Why I was never an English major

In 5th grade, I got a D- in spelling. My parents were not amused. Lowest grade I ever made in my free education career (I did get an F in college).

My junior year of high school, I was in the advanced placement English class. I think I got solid Bs. At the end of the year, my teacher said "The principal is making me recommend everyone for Senior AP English. Please get your parents to write a parental override so you can take regular English." She was a very nice teacher, she just knew I was a math & science person who would not read and was not good with essays.

Somehow, in college, despite my "12th grade regular" English, I placed out of one semester of freshman English. So I took a grand total of one semester of English during my entire college career. Undergrad and Masters. I got a C.

Now I should add, in general, my writting is pretty good "for an engineer" or "for a math geek" or "for a computer geek" depending on the context. But I'm not good with short and sweet, nor with spelling and grammar. I just can't be bothered with the piddly little details.

Now why am I telling you this? Why do you care? How does it relate to my blog?

Well, I like to read the web referals, thats the link that shows what people clicked on to get them here. I am always amused because often times its a search, and generally, its a misspelled search.

For example, if you mispel Tylonol, my blog shows up in your search list. Near the top.

Same goes for misspelling of nuelasta, mediasteinal, steriod, diagnose, or any particular medication I have been on.

Thursday, August 25, 2005

Oncologist Visit

So I saw the oncologist on Tuesday. I had some bloodwork done, and Dr A. walked by while I was in the lab. He saw me, stopped, and said (in his droolable accent) "Do I see you today?" I replied that he would, so he smile and said "Good!" and walked off.

I paniced. Good. As in he really needs to see me. As in he has to tell me something to my face. As in he has seen my results and...

A few minutes later he stopped back in the lab and said that I could leave now. I was really confused. But he had this big smile on his face, and said everything looks good, no problems, he saw the results yesterday and all is still good. Of course, he did still want to see me, but at least my blood pressure was at a somewhat normal reading. LOL

They moved me to a private room, and Dr A came in. He looked at my bloodwork said I was a little anemic and we needed to watch it. I asked for a prescription for a nice, juice, rare prime rib. He laughed. Then said that it was jus a little bit off, and he wasn't too worried about it, other than to watch it. Asked a bit about my periods to see if that was the culpret, but it wasn't. Ended up just saying to try to eat iron rich foods but not stress about it, and if it is a consistent problem, then maybe iron supplements. I was a little confused b/c the lab techs had given me my results and said it was all fine. Plus I had looked at them, and I thought everything was in the normal range, but what do I know, maybe it was "normal" on paper but low for a woman or something.

So, I call Kyle and told him Dr. A told me I had to have a steak for dinner. Kyle and I were both a little suprised about the anemia, b/c we eat a lot of beef and I love spinach. My diet shouldn't be to blame. But he agreed to cook a nice, rare steak for me. So I picked up the steak on my way home, and he went out for more propane.

After we both get home, and the steak in on the grill, I check the voicemail. Dr. A had picked up the wrong bloodwork results. I'm prefectly fine. No problems whatsoever.

I'm evil. I didn't tell Kyle until after he finished cooking the steaks. They were SO good!

Friday, August 19, 2005

Barium farts are the worst

So hopefully that title will make you laugh. Time to get rid of that angry post as the top post. :-)

I had my 4 month CT scan today. It was really about 4 1/2 months. Doc appointment is next week. I'm being vague to prevent the inevitable onslaught of "how are you feeling?" phone calls. I was supposed to have the CT scan 3 to 4 months after the last one. Apparently, ignoring the doctor's order's stuck to the fridge doesn't make them go away. So I sucked it up and went in.

I loved my previous radiology office. It was easy to get to. The staff were nice. The technicians easy with the needles and understanding of the nausea. Ghetto Radiology is not so much. However, in the world of managed care, you go where they pay. They stopped paying the lovely radiology office. Said radiology office refused to see me, despite our mutal love for each other. Now I go to "ghetto radiology" and I don't like it. They suck. The wallpaper is peeling. They run out of berry flavored barium. The technicians such with needle pricks. And today, the 8 months pregnant tech was apparently training a new guy. So, after putting me on the table, she left the room for about 20 minutes. I was freezing, but couldn't move. Finally, when she came back, I asked for a blanket and she seemed surprised. "Hello?! You keep the a/c on high in here because of the equiptment, and I'm sitting here buck naked save for a threadbare gown that bearly covers my ass. Yeah, I'm cold. Oh, and the damn rayuand's syndrom thing from chemo makes my fingers and toes white and numb. Now give me a damn blanket!" Of course, I didn't say that. I said "yes, my toes and fingers are freezing." My old radiology office always had think blankets that were prewarmed too. Suffice to say, ghetto radiology does not. Boo!!

Uh oh... read the subject line... I need to leave the room.

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

For the record

This is directed to someone in particular, but I am to offended and pissed off the reply to the email directly.

Do not try to sell me your crap. Do not try to profit off the fact that I had cancer. If I wanted a natural "cure" I would have done it last year, but, if you had a clue you would know I am in remission, and my treatment is over. Don't send me your spam email, dressed up with 2 lines of personalization and think that will make you a saint. Don't pretend to be a concerned friend when I haven't talked to you in the better part of 4 years, and then try to PROFIT off something you know nothing about. Do not email me again. Do not even email to apologize. The only reason I did not curse you out is you had the audacity to send your spam to my work email.

Thank you.