Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2008 11:32 am
Changed the topic name ... you really dont appreciate a piece of your body (external or internal) until its taken away from you.
When I rocked up to the ER just after Christmas just gone, with an infection on the back of my leg from a spider bite, the doctor asked if the lymph glands in my groin were sore. He was more than a little dumbfounded when I said "Sorry doc, don't have any there anymore ... not on that side anyway. The other side are thumpin, along with the ones under my arms."
He thought I was pulling his leg ... I wasn't! In all seriousness, when I had my appendix removed, it was found that appendicitis wasn't the main infection. My lymph glands had gone troppo on me which in turn caused the appendicitis, so i'm missing a few extra bits n pieces thanks to a switched on surgeon. He removed the offending rogue glands, and my appendix.
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Changing the name of the topic was one reason for comin back so soon. The other is ... can anyone loan me a chainsaw????????????? I've just been broadsided by an epic attack and ...... well ............ i'm just a lil p***ed off right now because of it. I know, stressing about it does nothin for it.
I guess it's just the whole hand thing, prickly heat from hell, friends bein given medical death sentences, a mom who pretends to care but who ends conversations with "everyone has to live with some pain" (and implies that noone can ever be sicker than her), no money, no job, scrapin the bottom of the patience barrel, the whole waiting game, coming to a head and the stress needed an outlet, so what the heck, lets biff her with an attack that she won't see comin. Yeah, great, thanks so much ... really appreciate it .... NOT!!!!!
I hate these ones. Dont even get a hint that they're comin at ya. They just ... arrive ... BAM!!!! And we're off ... I've stretched, i've walked, i've done squats, i've cursed and cursed again, i've raided the backup drug supply, I think i'll go try a warm shower (despite the fact that it's a rather warm summer nite). If that dont work, then I'll just have to resort to having Troy pummel my legs with his fists until they're numb.
Sorry if i've come off a lil hot-headed over a lil ol hand. I'd do what Troy does when he needs a time out and go fishin, but I can't even hold a friggin rod! I'd walk the Rotty, but it's rainin, and I dont like the neighbourhood.
So ... i'm gonna try that shower.
When I rocked up to the ER just after Christmas just gone, with an infection on the back of my leg from a spider bite, the doctor asked if the lymph glands in my groin were sore. He was more than a little dumbfounded when I said "Sorry doc, don't have any there anymore ... not on that side anyway. The other side are thumpin, along with the ones under my arms."
He thought I was pulling his leg ... I wasn't! In all seriousness, when I had my appendix removed, it was found that appendicitis wasn't the main infection. My lymph glands had gone troppo on me which in turn caused the appendicitis, so i'm missing a few extra bits n pieces thanks to a switched on surgeon. He removed the offending rogue glands, and my appendix.
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Changing the name of the topic was one reason for comin back so soon. The other is ... can anyone loan me a chainsaw????????????? I've just been broadsided by an epic attack and ...... well ............ i'm just a lil p***ed off right now because of it. I know, stressing about it does nothin for it.
I guess it's just the whole hand thing, prickly heat from hell, friends bein given medical death sentences, a mom who pretends to care but who ends conversations with "everyone has to live with some pain" (and implies that noone can ever be sicker than her), no money, no job, scrapin the bottom of the patience barrel, the whole waiting game, coming to a head and the stress needed an outlet, so what the heck, lets biff her with an attack that she won't see comin. Yeah, great, thanks so much ... really appreciate it .... NOT!!!!!
I hate these ones. Dont even get a hint that they're comin at ya. They just ... arrive ... BAM!!!! And we're off ... I've stretched, i've walked, i've done squats, i've cursed and cursed again, i've raided the backup drug supply, I think i'll go try a warm shower (despite the fact that it's a rather warm summer nite). If that dont work, then I'll just have to resort to having Troy pummel my legs with his fists until they're numb.
Sorry if i've come off a lil hot-headed over a lil ol hand. I'd do what Troy does when he needs a time out and go fishin, but I can't even hold a friggin rod! I'd walk the Rotty, but it's rainin, and I dont like the neighbourhood.
So ... i'm gonna try that shower.