So, let me tell you about my summer!
So far, Summer 2017 has involved medical foo, home renovations, surprise!funeral and not-a-surprise godbaby.
Medical Foo I have blogged a bit about in That Was Spinal Tap and That Was Spinal Tap Two. I’ve also fic’d and freewrote about it in Diagnostic Machine and Just A Little Structural Rot.
The long and the short of it: After more doctor visits, blood tests, and spinal taps than seems reasonable or even probable (and two MRIs), I have a diagnosis and will start drug treatment soon. It’s not a thrilling diagnosis, but, to quote Arnold, it’s not a tumor. (It’s not a baby either. I don’t think they’d need a spinal tap to tell that one).
I now have three weeks without blood draws or doctor visits, and if my dentist calls, I’m going to tell them I’m out of the country for a while. Or something. No more co-pays kthnxbai.
Did I really just say kthnxbai? Please forgive me. Continue reading