Queen Mediocretia of Suburbia

Putting the TMI in absentminded

Month: December 2007

  • Peestipated

    Did you hear? December is National Hospital Visiting Month! DeNaHoMo ’07! Who’s with me? Today I again was back at Big Barnes – recommended by one in seven Republican presidential candidates. I was there for my final visit before being dosed with either the drug or placebo. (So close I can taste its sugary goodness.)…

  • Dear Barnes Waiting Room Social Club

    Dear Ladies, I must say, if a person does have to wait four hours for an MRI, one could only wish for such a good group of eight fellow women to pass the time. I particularly liked it when we were comparing diseases and the Young Girl with the Rare Disease sighed, “My disease is…

  • Putty in My Pancreas

    Hey, do you know if you walk into the hospital and tell every one you meet during the registration and screening process that you don’t want Versed, at some point they will be gathered around you and chorus, “No, we are not giving you Versed!” So, I was convincing. Convincing enough the anesthesiologist recommended I…

  • Pancreactive

    Just a short update: The administrator for the clinical trial got on the phone and pushed my pancreas test from Friday to Tuesday. She kicks ass. She takes names. I don’t know what she does, but one call from her made an appointment magically open up, when I was told repeatedly the doctor only does…

  • Slippery Fit

    We finalized some Christmas shopping Saturday night at about 5 or 6 pm. It was not snowing. We emerged from a completely insane trip to a nature store (insane, as in I am now the proud owner of a Gandalf staff) to a blizzard. It was then we found that the new Honda Fit is…

  • Okay, This is Why I Wasn’t at the Blogger Gathering

    As it turned out, the Pancreas test wasn’t this Friday, but then I got a call from Friend #1, Catherine the Red. “I need help. I’m going to the Symphony, and I need a little black dress.” Catherine and I are each other’s What Not to Wear cruel shopping guides. I’ll come out of the…

  • Hoopl-eme

    I could do a meme a day. What’s wrong with memes? Katie honored me with this meme tag. For some reason we aren’t allowed to CALL it a meme. So, I will concede and call it a hoopla, as requested in the rules, which are: 1. List 12 random things about yourself that have to…

  • In Which I am Validated by the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame

    Last Friday night, Friend #3 and I were in my car. “Oh! Oh!” I said, “You have to hear this song. I was all into this song a few months ago and for some reason I heard it again and I’ve listened to nothing else for two days now.” I jumped back to the beginning…

  • New News, Old News

    New News, Old News

    First, and most important, Montana drinks the Kool-aid: Hiiii! Everyone, turn and wave at Whitehall, Montana! Hii! ———————————————————————– Having successfully terrified the individual from Montana, I turn to other new news: The family doctor has declared Mom’s elbow a bursa. The treatment? Ignore it for a few months. Try not to use that elbow, which…

  • The Digestive Cystem

    So I sat down with the pancreas doctor. He began by asking, “So, what brings you here?” “I thought you had seen my CT scan.” “Well, I did, but I want you to tell me.” See, that’s not a good start. What does he think I’m going to say? Something that breaks the case wide…