So it started happening again – I’d start to get better, decide to take it upon myself to have a Tiki Party with a massive amount of help from the bfs and gf, take down a heroic amount of shots and . . .start to get sick again.
Slowly, it started to dawn on me that maybe, just maybe this was not fibro related. Maybe I was just . . .sick (inconceivable! I always Cast Doubt about that because I feel being such a lemon physically that I should get a free pass, n’est-ce pas?) or had an infection or something.
It’s been more than three weeks of this low grade . . .thing. So finally, I cave about going to see a doctor (I’m insuranceless or my ass would have been there like a bat out of hell week one).
Being insuranceless, my *ideal* doctor’s appointment would be: you have a minor infection, here is a script for cheap or free antibotics.
Because! If it is:
You just have fibro/a cold/allergies/nebulous stinky cat syndrom – *rage!* because I had to pay a lot to hear that.
You need some kind of procedure – *rage!* because I don’t have money for that.
I was *going* to go to the MinuteClinic but Mothra acted like I was going there for a back alley abortion*, all, WHAT! ARE THEY EVEN DOCTORS! WHAT DO THEY KNOW ABOUT FIBRO! So I was like, oooooohkay, I’ll go to my usual doctor.
So, I did and it turns out I have a bronchial infection and have been put on a five day dose of Zelasomething and sent home after the appointment. So, it went according to plan, basically. I am going to take it easy this week and look forward to returning to my usual state of feeling sort of like ass instead of flat out like ass. She also said that even a low grade fever is going to fuck up my fibro like whoa. Which means I’ll be plotting, commenting, writing, and other mischievous acts again v. soon.
I picture the conversation between my deities to go something like:
Yemaya: I’ve been trying to tell your daughter this for weeks —
Crow: My daughter? Why is she always my daughter when she gets crazified? I’ve been trying too, I’ve sent crows everywhere to tell her to get her ass to the damn doctor–
Yemaya: She never listens.
Shiva, Durga, Parvati: Srsly. Not even a little.
* The closest one to me isn’t v. close anyway