Remember that whole business a few weeks ago, fair reader, when i had that "procedure" and i posted those fab-u pics of the innards? more are coming...
Survey says: colonoscopy!
This procedure is covered in detail, I'm sure, somewhere over at dooce, but the gastro. was kind enough to mention they "lube the tube". Really.
Yep, in a mere eleven days I will advance to years beyond my current youthfullish ones by undergoing this procedure usually advertised to those over 50. Anyone for versed?
So after getting this fantastic news, the Otherh and I took in some actual Live Austin Music with a friend and his sister at a very yum delish louisiana-cuisine-serving cafe. Oysters were consumed, so we've made a hasty exit (after three hours) and are now sitting next to each other, each on a laptop, under our respective methods of music assumption. He hath the minidisc and I've got a working ipod.
The moods have not totally sucked lately, but tomorrow I'm auditioning a new pdoc to address the "i can't really do anything" thing. This includes cooking dinner and walking dogs, two things I know I used to not be able to live without.
For those of you playing along at home, i have one more ologist to find, this being an endocrinologist, otherwise known as She/he who can fix the tumor. Medicare's website lists 16 within 25 miles of me, which is good! Unfortunately, they all want referrals, or have the wrong phone number listed, or have receptionists who can't hear. "HelLO? Cha-shh. Fuck."
Some time i'll remember this winter to a bunch of people sitting around a very large table. Talk about the "slightly cold days of '07" when the rest of the country was under like 5 feet of snow. we were in a shopping mall today and I'm not kidding, there were women wearing fur. It was 38 degrees outside. Not very fur-trappy sort of weather imho.
The Otherh saw a news blurb on his gorgeous blackberry that keeps fucking up about some "politician [i've] never heard of" deciding to vote with democrats about not upping the number of troops in Iraq. And it was news. Big news. First story on Google kind of news. And as much as I really lurve not being beholden to news for the time being, i always get a little head rushy when the Otherh feels compelled to tell me something he's read or heard about what's going on in the world, because if someone is not beholden to the news *ever* it's the Otherh.
Which actually brings me to a good point he makes about "news".
The Moth saw on the news this story. I found it by looking for it, after she and i had a bit of a chat about it over orange juice at 3a.m. The blip is full of shitty erroneous statements, even bad psychiatry, because anyone experiencing these sorts of manias really should be considered in the realm of psychotic, and not bipolar type II. hypomania can be a thrill-a-minute, especially when it's the fun kind (i know few people who have the fun kind anymore, but the Otherh get 'em), but if you're hiding under your desk, friends, please consider yourself warned that paranoia is a psychotic symptom, not a sort of energetic euphoria. (eu=good, phoria=mood).
The point the Otherh makes is this, and it's valid: "if they get shit so far wrong when I know about what they're talking, how much shit do they get wrong when I don't know about what they're talking." I see this reasoning, much more than I necessarily agree that news is just gossip writ large.
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