Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving!

I’m giving thanks that yesterday’s bank drama is over. It reminds me of when I was living in San Francisco and had come to Vegas on vacation, where I won $1000 playing video poker. I brought the money home in hundred dollar bills. I deposited $900 in cash in the ATM...and the deposit went missing. Luckily, they found it and all was right with my world again. Remember yesterday when I was talking about how my debit card charges had gone through, which was really strange? Well, they went through, then the bank charged me SEVEN overdraft fees of $22 each. I’ve had that account for 13+ years and it’s never spoken the o-v-e-r-d-r-a-f-t word before. Anyway, my new banker buddy (it’s odd making new friends when someone fixes something…
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What Now? Hey, Let’s Make It Tonsillitis

What Now? Hey, Let’s Make It Tonsillitis

Surely there’s enough on my plate physically and emotionally right now. Why on earth would whomever is in charge, give me tonsillitis...or what looks like tonsillitis in the mirror, when I shoved a flashlight in my mouth. Yes, I’ve diagnosed myself via the internet. Got a problem with that? Anywho, I’m tired of being sick and sore. My throat is killing me and I can’t even enjoy my Chai Eggnog Latte (a reward for suffering through that doctor’s appointment) because it feels too creamy in my mouth. Dammit, I LIKE this drink! I guess it’s off to make some Earl Grey tea, which I also like, but it certainly isn’t a special good girl treat. My internet diagnosis didn’t come to a complete consensus. Can this possibly go away without…
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My Family Makes Me Sick

My Family Makes Me Sick

Literally. If the incubation period of the common cold is 36-72 hours, and my first symptoms appeared Sunday night, we’re looking at the culprit either being the Stanley Cup covered with cooties on Friday or being with the family for Thanksgiving on Thursday. Regardless, I feel like phlegmy headachey crud. I spent most of yesterday in bed, unable to get rid of my headache. And get this, I don’t want chocolate again. Twice in a couple of months, it’s unimaginable. I’m feeling a tad better today than yesterday, but it’s really important that I feel okay tomorrow because I have an appointment with Dr. $250 (the pain management guy), and I’ve been waiting weeks for that appointment. So, I’m going back to bed. I imagine the blogosphere will continue on…
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Hmmm, This Really Can’t Be Good

Hmmm, This Really Can’t Be Good

Most of the time I feel reasonably okay pain/numbness-wise; well, at least since I started getting relief from my chiropractic treatments and my meds. Still, I’m not the same as I was, say, three months ago. Granted, my back feels better because the pain has moved down my leg. It is nice to have relief from the back pain. But, every so often, my body comes up with a new symptom to remind me of the herniation—today, I developed some tingling on the outside edge of my left foot, near my heel. At first I thought it was neat that I could make it come & go, depending on which way I moved my leg. Then, after it reappeared when I was walking, it wasn’t that fun anymore. At least…
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Over The Weekend, I Morphed Into a Full-Fledged Canadian

Over The Weekend, I Morphed Into a Full-Fledged Canadian

On Friday, we watched part of the Leafs game, then off we went to see The Las Vegas Wranglers play, as I told you yesterday. There, we touched (as Helly puts it) “The Holy Grail” of hockey, Lord Stanley’s Cup. And not only that, we met and spoke with “The Cup Keeper”—Mike Bolt. He also informed us that the Leafs lost in overtime; nonetheless, we thought he was a very nice guy. Very patient with the huge crowd. Oh, and if we thought we were goofy taking pictures of Carrot Top posing with the Cup, it’s okay because Mike Bolt was taking pictures of Carrot Top too, with his cameraphone. Saturday was my super-indoctrination day. The day started like any other, waking up to birds yelling, dogs barking, or a…
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Dr. Outlaw…FADE TO BLACK

Dr. Outlaw…FADE TO BLACK

Yeah, so I’m not going to see him on Tuesday. More about that later. Okay, it’s now later. I think I left you with the message I left at Dr. FancyPants’ office, asking if getting the injection from Dr. Outlaw was okay with them. The answer was, “No, it’s not okay.” Apparently, Dr. No Está Bien does something differently. He also does his different thing in a surgery center, where he uses a fluoroscope. I guess I believe he does do something differently because he’s an anesthesiologist and Dr. Outlaw isn’t. So, I’m stuck with the $250/five minute consult, with no idea how much the actual procedure will cost. To add more fun to this whole process, I went to my chiro yesterday. That was all fine and dandy until…
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Tuesday – The Day It All Gets Decided

Tuesday – The Day It All Gets Decided

Tomorrow, I see the “fancy pants” orthopedic surgeon. If you’d seen his CV, you know why we called him fancy pants. He’s taught, taken seminars, studied, etc., all over the world. Okay, all of the really fabulous places you’d want to see in the world, if you were a doctor studying or teaching: Switzerland; Spain; Montreal; Waikoloa, Hawaii; Boston; Miami, New York; San Francisco; Holland; Santa Fe; Italy; Venezuela; Japan; South Africa, et al. And this CV I ran across is five years old. By now, he’s probably hit every point on the globe. Although, come to think of it, is there any time for surgery? So, tomorrow we hit the waiting room of zero gravity chairs and vending machines. I imagine I’ll get an idea of how quickly this…
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I Hate Alcohol

I Hate Alcohol

No, not on general principle or anything. But last night, I thought I’d have a tasty mint chocolate cookie boozy beverage and all it did was make me feel crappy. Alcohol is almost always a huge disappointment to me. No joyous drunkenness, just a slight feeling of nausea and a headache. I wanna be like the cool kids and have a drink every now and then, but it just makes me feel lousy. But just now, I downed a bottle of Gatorade (original flavor) and I feel great. In fact, I want more. Perhaps someone should study my genetics, because maybe it could be injected into alcoholics to help balance out whatever alcohol-enjoying genetics they have. I’m serious. Even in my younger days, when my parents would go away for…
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Time Change? What Time Change?

Time Change? What Time Change?

I think this is the first time I was ever taken by surprise by the time change. Too weird. We were watching the Leafs game last night (and I still love them, despite the abysmal blowout) and one of the announcers mentioned something about the time change. Leigh-Ann and I looked at each other, “Really? Is it this weekend?” We still weren’t sure until we woke up this morning to our omniscient computer clocks, which changed for us. Since we had so much extra time this morning, we decided to go out for a special once every couple of years treat - breakfast at McDonald’s. Plus, since Starbucks is in the same parking lot, we of course had to go there too. I have never seen our Starbucks so crowded…
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Dr. Outlaw And The Case Of The Very Very Boring Waiting Room

Dr. Outlaw And The Case Of The Very Very Boring Waiting Room

I was just too exhausted yesterday to tell you the story of really what didn’t happen. I thought I was scheduled for a steroid injection in my spine. I was all prepared - I smelled pretty and I had pretty, yet not slutty, underwear on. Instead, we sat in the horrid waiting room with generally a skanky group of people for almost two hours before we saw the doctor. For that, we got up at 6:45 am. C’mon people, let’s have some common sense - don’t make people get up early if you’re just going to make them sit in uncomfortable chairs when they’re already in pain. Serious bonus points for the surgeon I see on November 8th - he has four zero gravity chairs in his waiting room. They…
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