Category: In Which We Mock Our Illness

This week I learned a number of things about posterior viterous detachment. I did get it checked out, like an ADULT, and it is the less serious of the two. It seems I’ll be looking at this little dust bunny in my right eye for the next month at least. Oh, and whhhhhhhyyy whhhhhyyyyy meeeee?…

I understand the neurologist needs to track all the side effects of my very effective MS drug. Hence, the bonus annual dermatologist visit and the twice-yearly ophthalmologist visit. I get it. Really, I do. I visited the ophthalmologist in the summer, where we got a baseline reading for my visual field with the most enjoyable…

Are you sick? I recommend these practices to make you feel better.

Not Covid. Not flu A or B. Must be RSv. God I am siiick.

One would think that taking a day off to visit the dentist and the urologist would be sufficient, but no. Urologist The urologist visit was a straightforward bladder botox procedure. I advised him that our previous conversation — about the impending TeddyJ reduction in force — was not salacious enough to distract me from the…

I was advised to return to the gynecologist to have the doctor give my cervical cyst the once over. I thought, surely he won’t just prise me open with the speculum just to say, “Yeah, the nurse practitioner; she was right. Typical cervical cyst.” But yet, that’s what he did, and it hurt even more…

I have a fairly stressful week of work coming up, and I’ve been very phlegmatic about it. People tell me how they feel about the Impending Week of Stress, then they ask me how I feel about it, and that’s happened often enough that I now give a stock answer. I say I won’t know…

I reported all my falls to the neurologist and he said, “Yoga.” This is not the first time he has recommended yoga. This is not the first time I have considered yoga. I have purchased three yoga mats and then purged three yoga mats years later. He says that it will help me with my…

This year’s mammogram was a mix of new and old and new. The new: for the last few months of health appointments, I have checked in, sat down in the waiting room, and the moment my butt hits the chair a door opens and my name is called. I can only guess it’s the check-in…