I feel very bitch/babble/rant tonight. Awake, as always. Ok, my spacebar isn’t cooperating. That just pisses me off. Lets start there…

I keep seeing commercials for these $1.95 home phone services. I personally know they’re federally/state/government funded. (No bitching please, I’m not sure which, just covering all bases.) So…we have gov funding for a phone….if I have a heart attack, or fall down some stairs, or get stabbed by an illegal, I HAVE A PHONE, I CAN CALL FOR HELP!!! But I will GO BROKE and BE IN DEBT FOREVER from the medical bills resulting from any of the above happenings. A couple of years ago, I ran out of insulin, had no way to get more, so I had a friend take me to the ER. I was admitted, treated, told I was in really shitty shape. Ketoacidosis. I was pretty far gone, hours, not days, from shutting down. Ok, dying. It’s happened to me a few times, mostly due to total denial about my diabetes and hating it a lot. But, this last time, it was just a case of, I couldn’t get any insulin. Not true, I could have asked someone for money. But, new in town, trying to be independent and take care of myself and my kids….beg for money from people I’ve known maybe a month. Um, no. I know, I know. Fuckin dumb. So, I was in the ER for half a day, they wanted to admit me and keep me overnight at least. But, no one was home with my kids, and I had a job interview the next morning. So I left, against advice, with some insulin. Now I have a bill for almost $6K. Which has gone to a really buff collections agency, with a very intimidating reputation. Well, they can’t garnish wages I don’t have.

So, in summary:

I owe thousands of dollars. Because I’m foolish, but I didn’t want to die. Still don’t. I am making sacrifices elsewhere now, so I can take a bit better care of myself. Buy test strips, check my blood sugars, all that jazz. But I still haven’t had an actual medical exam or any kind of medical care in about 4 years. Do-It-Yourself Diabetes. I’ve been planning on making a sign, for any more Health Care Reform rallies I go to. Just, “Pre-Existing Condition, I can’t wait for reform.” Saw one like that somewhere. I’d like to simplify the wording. It’s a hard thing to express. Like telling people about domestic violence you’ve been through. Even if someone has had a similar experience and empathizes, no one can ever really understand what you’ve been through. I think that goes for many people, many situations, all heartbreaks.

I’m so tired of faking it, acting like it’s ok, I’m on top of it, not worried, don’t need a doctor. I am terrified. Really truly scared to death and blocking it out every minute of every day. I’ll give up my phone, my cellphone, the icemaker in my fridge. Just let me have a doctor I can afford.

Amazing story! (H/T BioEdge via ECM)

My previous posts on ASCR

• Ethically-sound adult stem cell research cures paralysis in human patients
• Chinese scientists announce stem-cell research breakthrough
• Comparison of ASCR vs ESCR: which one produces real cures?
• Michele Bachmann opposes Obama’s plan to fund ESCR
• Major breakthrough in adult stem-cell research

Previous posts on abortion

• MUST-SEE: Videos from academic debate on abortion at the University of Victoria
• Audio: Scott Klusendorf’s 35-minute case for the pro-life position
• Audio: A 55-minute discussion featuring two great pro-life debaters, Greg Koukl and Scott Klusendorf
• My own religion-free case for the pro-life position in plain English
• A comparison of embryonic and adult stem cell research
• Video: Cute 12-year old girl makes the pro-life case in a short speech

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“Mummy, do you want to come into my doctor’s office and I will fix you?”

Aahh, I sprained my ankle!

See, it was my brother’s birthday today, (Happy b-day, Andrew!) so he and three of his buddies and I and our parents and my mom’s dad all went to a place called Sky High Sports. Basically it’s a bunch of trampolines connected to each other, with a separate foam pit and dodgeball area. you jump on the trampolines and play for an hour or so.

I took my shoes off and jumped on the trampoline arena for a good three minutes (:D) before I fell and hurt my ankle. I’m not exactly sure what happened, but i think it had something to do with the yellow pads in between the trampolines. I might have tripped over one, or jumped on one accidentally, or something like that.

So I went down, and my ankle hurt really bad, and my dad and this staff person came over to help me up and get off onto a bench. My ankle swelled a lot, and I cried, and I got an ice pack, and I sat out for the rest of the hour.

Yah, it looks like my knee. But that round oval thing on the side of my foot is actually a swollen ankle…and the white thing is my sock…

So I was asking my parents all kinds of questions. “How am I going to sing on Sunday with my choir?” “How am I going to go to school on Monday?” And the most pressing, “How will I get to the car?” Mom answered, “You have a big daddy. He’ll help you.”

And I thought, ‘I’ve got an even bigger Daddy too, and I know he’s gonna help me.’ Why does it take hardship for us to recognize and appreciate things we often take for granted? Thank you, God, that it wasn’t broken or anything worse.

So I got a piggyback ride out of Sky High, and afterwards we went to a restaurant, and my ankle was better but I couldn’t put weight on it, and it  hurt if I turned it too much. Then Dad made a doctor’s appointment, and at 7:30ish we headed over there.

I hobbled out of the car and a security person asked if I wanted a wheelchair, and Dad said yes. He wheeled me into the waiting room and told the lady @ the desk, “We’re here for the 7:30 showing of ‘Fix My Ankle.’ She laughed, and i did too. Dad’s so funny. He always tries to make me smile.

After five minutes we were shown into the doctor’s office where a nurse got some basic info from us. Then we waited for a while and I read my book. oh-by the way, this sign was on the garbage–

oops, didn’t mean to make it that big.

so then the doctor came in and looked at my ankle, and she said I needed x-rays. Then Dad and I waited some more, and Jeff the X-ray Guy came in. He wheeled me into the x-ray room and told jokes. I asked if I would feel anything, and he said ‘Only as much pain as you feel when you’re talking on the phone. Or standing by the microwave.’

‘Should I take my glasses off?’ I wondered. ‘No, only if your ankle goes up into your head. Then we’d have to take your braces off, too. That would be kinda painful, cuz all I have are some pliers.’

He took 3 x-rays and Dad wheeled me back. Then the doctor came back in and gave us some papers and looked at the pics with us and said I sprained my ankle. Then the nurse came and gave me crutches and a boot/splint/thing.

Now, i’m in good humor and my ankle only hurts a teeny bit.

Night, everybody! Happy Belated Thanksgiving.

ibby out.

Just when you thought Jeremy Shum was trying to con a rich chick of all of her money she is actually an amazingly hot doctor lol!

So, what college you apart of babe Royal College of Surgeons lol?!

Very true.Our obsession with cleanliness and rushing to Doctor even for small ailments is not healthy.Our system’s defense mechanism gets weakened to fight disease and use of antibiotics help the the disease inducing agents to become immune, they mutate and more violent forms are created for which we need to go in for still heavier dosage of medicine and these medicines more than curing disease creates serious side effects.
Best is to wait for sometime excepting in the case of high fever and allow the system to take care.
Story:
Children should be allowed to get dirty, according to scientists who have found being too clean can impair the skin’s ability to heal.
Normal bacteria living on the skin trigger a pathway that helps prevent inflammation when we get hurt, the US team discovered.
The bugs dampen down overactive immune responses that can cause cuts and grazes to swell, they say.
Their work is published in the online edition of Nature Medicine.
Experts said the findings provided an explanation for the “hygiene hypothesis”, which holds that exposure to germs during early childhood primes the body against allergies.
Many believe our obsession with cleanliness is to blame for the recent boom in allergies in developed countries.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/8373690.stm

What is will? It’s the cute, dark-haired guy I briefly dated in high school.  People thought we were brother and sister because we looked so much a like. He had shared with me that on Freshman Friday they hang the freshman jocks up by their straps on the hooks attached to the walls behind the classroom doors.  OUCH! Yup it’s the strap you’re thinking of. And yes, Will said some upper classmen had hung him up on the wall and said it was very painful!

Now on a serious note, what the will to live is to me? It was passing out from blood sugar levels of 40 and I recall seeing 1.5 next to the A1C level on my medical records. Neither are good. I was passing out and having seizures for years and didn’t know it. I would feel sleepy, as my blood sugar crashed and would lay down,  thinking I was falling asleep, but was actually passing out.  I would wake in the middle of the night usually with my nightshirt soaked through; drool down the side of my face from my mouth. I’d get a chill from my wet night-shirt when it got cold and it would wake me. When I would go to eat something, it would sting my tongue along the edges. Later I found out, it was from biting my tongue during the seizures. Once, I realized what was happening and questioned the kids if, they’d ever tried to wake me. I knew something was very wrong when one of the comments was “Oh Mommy, you never wake up when we try to wake you”. They had tried to wake me for 45 minutes that particular morning. OMG, I thought! I used to be a light sleeper. I had seizures since my oldest was an infant, so they thought it was normal.

I have always had a passion for real estate and had sold a home to a client in Massachusetts, when one morning I was lying in bed and the phone was ringing.  I could hear the phone ringing, but I could not move my body or open my eyes.  I kept thinking to myself, I have to wake up, I have to wake up, I have to wake up.  Finally I woke very groggy, sat up slowly after a while, swung my feet over the side of the bed. I stood up slowly to try to avoid the usual head-rushes and dizziness I’d get. I dreaded going downstairs to get something to eat because climbing the stairs was exhausting and the bathroom was on the second floor, ugh!

I walked to the top of the stairs in my bathrobe, reached for the railing, held on to it and descended not looking down to try and keep the head spinning feeling at bay.  Trembling and shaky, I reached the kitchen putting the tea kettle on to boil. Then I walked into the living room to sit and rest while I waited to hear the whistle.

There was a loud, quick knock on the door and I called out for the person to come in. Yes, I grew up not locking doors and only started locking them after I had a huge life altering experience. Anyways, the door flew open and there was a client I had sold a home to.  Her face strained with worry.  I didn’t tell her about my illness. We basically talked about her needs for a home, her family, etc.  She said, “I called you and the phone rang and rang and I knew you were home, so I came right over thinking something was wrong because you didn’t answer it.  I said, yes I could hear the phone ring, but I couldn’t wake up to answer it.

I didn’t tell her I willed myself to wake up, like I had done many of times, not realizing what was wrong with me. I knew something was wrong back in November 1999 because I was having tremors, but the doctor I went to couldn’t find anything.  Five years and five doctors misdiagnosis later here I was finally getting a glimpse as what was yet to come.

In the years preceding this memorable occasion, I woke many of times in the morning asking myself, when am I going to find out what’s wrong with me and when am I going to get better. I could no longer do multiple directions and wondered if I had brain damage. I thought, “Well, I exist”. I have to wait until I know what’s wrong with me and then I’ll get better. Late October of 2006, I hemorrhaged badly and slept for about seven days. It was all I could do to get to the rest room and get a little food in me, only to lay down again. I was absolutely devastated, but knew I had to wait. Yes, I waited for years. I finally found out this year 2009 what was the culprit of everything that was wrong with me.   It was nine years from the time I first went to a doctor.

Two words, “Food Allergies”! They can cause a lot of health problems.

So, if you’re ill or life is not good, just think about my nine years and there is a journey of unpredictable devastation that I had to endure that goes with it. I still have things that are quiet difficult to deal with. These are things that eventually I will write about in some way.  

Seems like some of us are better than the cat with nine lives because I have  had about twenty. Wouldn’t it be nice, if others also had that opportunity?

I’d like to know your comments.

This is Reilly and like they say in Boston, “I’m in you-aa  kaw-na!

“Doc, magkano po ba yun operasyon? Ang mahal naman po! Pwede po ba discount? Baka pwede pa po bawasan? Pwede po ba kalahati muna? Doc, mag-iwan na lang muna ako promisory note.”

Filipinos are so fond of asking for discounts. In Divisoria, you’ll often hear bargaining for items…

Buyer: Magkano yun blouse?

Seller: 200 pesos. Tapat na.

Buyer: Bawasan mo naman, 120 na lang.

Seller: Di kaya sa puhunan. Lugi. Hanggang 170 lang.

Buyer: Bawasan mo pa konti. 140 na lang.

Seller: Hay naku, sige 150 na lang, Ilan ba kukunin mo?

Buyer: Ok 150! Paki balot yan isa.

In the medical field, you’ll also hear patients asking for “tawad” from doctor’s professional fees. I read an article a few years back written by an anesthesiologist. She and her partner surgeon did an operation on a patient for about 6 hours. It was a life-saving operation the patient couldn’t have lived without. When the patient was about to go home and was billed Php 60,000 PACKAGE price for the surgeon, anesthesiologist, cardiologist and endocrinologist, the patient said, “ang mahal naman doc. Baka pwede 30 thou na lang?” The surgeon, being a dutiful and charitable physician, said ok and agreed to the amount. However, the patient only paid half, 15 thousand, in cash, and the remaining 15 thousand as promisory note.

Why is it when doctors charge big, it is always taken against them? Do you know the cost of being a doctor nowadays? A medical student (i mean their parents) would have to shell out 160-180 thousand pesos PER YEAR for tuition fees alone. Medical books would set you back around 20-30 thousand PER YEAR. If the medical student would live in an apartment or dorm, that’s another 10 thousand per month. Before a medical student would have finished the 4 years in med school, he would’ve spent almost a whopping 1 million pesos. And at this point, the med grad isn’t even licensed yet.

So after 4 years of pre-med, and 4 years of med school, the new med grad has to under go 1 year of post-grad internship in a hospital WITHOUT ANY COMPENSATION. This is a requirement before the med grad can take the medical board exams given by the PRC. After internship, board exams follow, and if passed, one is considered a fully fledged GENERAL PRACTITIONER. If he wants to specialize, say, internal medicine, that’ll take another 3 years of training, then the “specialty” board exams. Then subspecialize into cardiology, that’s another 3 years of training, and another “sub-specialty” board exams. That’s a good 15 years (and 3 major board exams) from college to finally being a cardiologist. Then, now, he gets paid 20-50 pesos for every ECG tracing he reads.

So when a doctor charges a patient, say, 50 thousand pesos, for a life-saving medical intervention, it really isn’t “expensive.” But filipinos will always ask for “discounts,” not because they can’t afford, but it’s just filipino nature. So it will really drive the doctor crazy if the patient asks for 50% discount but the doctor sees the patient and his wife and children all with cellphones all worth more than 15 thousand. And this, the doctor charges for a LIFE SAVING PROCEDURE.

Why is it when a mid-ranged actor or model, doing just a 1-hour photoshoot, charges 100 thousand, it’s acceptable. But when a team of doctors operate on a patient for 6 hours and charges 60 thousand PACKAGE, it’s considered “inhumane” to put a hefty price on medical services. Do you know for every patient a doctor charges, the doctor also sees a patient he doesn’t charge? There may be more patients a doctor won’t charge in his/her entire career.

But as doctors, we do understand our patients plight. And we do give “discounts” and even free medical services. And as a christian i know God has blessed us a special position to help. But i posted this just to show that there is much more than just money a doctor gives when he gives a discount or totally free services. He gives a part of himself. So is it ok to bargain for your health? Yes, to a certain extent. Huwag lang sobrang “barat.” Or your doctors might end up looking like this…

Exista momente in care iti doresti pur si simplu sa faci schimb de viata cu alta persoana..momente in care iti asumi un risc enorm,dar care isi pierde insemnatatea in fata unei astfel de provocari.Fantomele trecutului imi acapareaza prezentul.Nu pot trai,nu pot gandi,nu pot dormi..nu vor sa ma descatuseze si sunt ranita..sangerez si sunt slabita din cauza atator incercari esuate de a ma elibera.De ce eu?De ce trebuie sa caut raspunsurile si de ce nu am liniste pana nu le voi gasi?Ma aflu pe o masa de operatie si intr un mod ireal sunt propriul meu doctor..cateodata stau si 10ore,zile sau chiar luni in sala de operatie pentru a gasi leacul potrivit necesar propriei vindecari..s ar putea sa dau gres si sa raman paralizata,insa in acelasi timp as putea invinge boala.

It’s difficult enough to attend to and comprehend what patients are telling us, especially given the disparities in language, varying abilities to be articulate, and the intense emotions involved. However, many of us would agree that the real challenge is understanding what our patients are not telling us—reading between the lines of what is actually said. Patients mainly communicate to express physical, informational, and/or emotional needs. Many factors (e.g., pain, anxiety, lack of information) may get in the way of their expressing these needs clearly. In order to respond to what they may feel are communication difficulties, patients may need to say something without really saying it. As Gwen van Servellen points out, explicit expressions of these difficulties are usually accompanied by deeper meanings. Here are a few that van Servellen identifies:

“I hate to have to tell my story over and over again.” Can I be spared some of this wasted energy and humiliation?

“Each doctor I talk to tells me something different.” Can I even trust my doctors if they’re not together on this?

“My nurse looks ‘overwhelmed.’ How come s/he isn’t able to respond to me?” What work do they do if they’re not taking care of me?

“My nurse says, ‘I’ll be back in five minutes’ and s/he doesn’t come back at all.” I can’t trust what s/he says to me.

“People come into my room all day without asking my permission.” Who should be in my room? How can I tell if they’re supposed to be here? What is going to be done to me?

“They can’t figure out why I’m sick.” Do they really know and they’re just not telling me?

Trust is key in the health care outcomes both patients and providers seek. As van Servellen asserts, the handling of interpersonal difficulties is both the contributor to and the result of effective (ineffective) healthcare delivery.

van Servellen, G. (2009). Communication skills for the health care professional: Concepts, practice, and evidence (2^nd Ed). Sudbury, MA: Jones and Bartlett Publishers.

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By Michael MacLeod

A DOCTOR and his wife have been fined £5,000 for what a Sheriff described as “the most outrageous breach of the peace I have ever experienced” in his 20-year career.

Dr John McCallum and his wife Michele “ambushed” their neighbour Roslyn Kinder after hearing that she had tried to run over their kids in her SUV.

The Edinburgh doctor – who earns £100,000 a year – blocked Mrs Kinder from parking her car while his wife hounded her for an explanation.

But when CCTV of the incident was shown during a trial at Edinburgh Sheriff Court, Sheriff Graeme Warner was left in no doubt.

He told the couple today (Friday): “In more than 20 years of being a Sheriff, I thought it was positively chilling to see on the CCTV.

“Had I been Mrs Kinder, I would have been scared out of my wits.”

The argument – in the middle of one of the capital’s poshest residential streets – left neighbours divided over who was in the wrong.

Even crime writer Ian Rankin – a neighbour of the warring Napier Road families – was cited as a witness, but ultimately did not have to give evidence.

Mrs Kinder, 48, said she was forced to “run the gauntlet” every time she drove her 4×4 out of her house because the McCallums – both aged 49 – “love to taunt” her.

And her five year-old son, who was with her in the car, was left so terrified that he had nightmares of the McCallums and had to see a psychologist.

After leaving her home to pick up her son in September last year, Mrs Kinder returned to find Dr McCallum standing in front of the electric gates to her home.

She said: “I knew Dr McCallum was waiting for me.

“It was very sinister and rather odd as he was staring at me in a threatening way.

“As I started to reverse towards my drive, he stood behind my car and wouldn’t let me past.

“He was staring fiercely and I was scared so I sounded the horn countless times.”

The couple had been told by their three children that Mrs Kinder had tried to run them down earlier that day.

But CCTV footage from her home shown in court proved otherwise.

She added: “Then Michele McCallum came out from her house looking absolutely fierce and started banging on the car screaming, “you tried to run over my children.”

“Then she got into her own car and started sounding her horn and imitating my distress, while laughing and waving to her own children. There was a sense of euphoria about them all.

“Her eyes were red and I thought she was going to assault me, while my son was sitting there terrified. He has suffered serious nightmares since this and we had to take him to a child psychologist.”

“It was causing massive uproar”

Dr McCallum said he “could only do what any parent would do” by phoning police after his kids told him Mrs Kinder drove her car at them.

But Mrs Kinder insisted she had done nothing wrong.

She said: “Police questioned me then viewed the CCTV from our house and were satisfied I had done nothing wrong.

“But the McCallums were loving it, behaving like wild animals, ambushing me.

“I do not know why they behave like this.”

Defence agent David Blair Wilson said: “Mrs McCallum was perfectly entitled to try and get an explanation from Mrs Kinder.

“When Mrs Kinder shut the car door, Mrs McCallum was entitled to open the door to speak to her.

“It does not amount to breach of the peace.”

Sheriff Warner found the pair guilty of breach of the peace and fined them £2,500 each.

He said: “Fortunately we had it all recorded for us to see in court.

“I very much regret to inform you that I found you both largely incredible witnesses.

“The conduct could not possibly have more clearly constituted a breach of the peace.

“Many of the neighbours came out into the street and it was causing massive uproar.

“You should be profoundly ashamed of yourselves and I find you both guilty of the charges against you.”

The couple refused to comment outside court.

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Most people go shopping on Black Friday.  We go to the doctor, get scanned, and do shots.  Oh, and set up our Christmas tree.

I absolutely forget how many days into the shots we are.  At this point, my stomach is a combination of bruised, itching and burning so what’s one more shot?  Bring it on, Dr. Babyplease. WE CAN TAKE IT.

We had a scan this morning to see how the maybe-babies were progressing.  A very nice nurse with a Russian accent, who reminded us a lot of Marya from Hogan’s Heroes, performed the scan painlessly.  I told her she was awesome and painless and, Internet, you should have seen the look on her face.  She said to me, very seriously, in her cute Russian accent, “I haff beeen doing thees for twelf years.  I do NOT hoort peeeeple.”

I told her she wouldn’t have to ruin her record on me, then, because I couldn’t feel a thing.  Not like the last time where I almost screamed.

Then the nurse cracked a smile and said, “Welll, I do not hoort peeeeeple unless they are makingk me mad.”  Then she winked at me.

The moment she left the room Joey and I began whispering Marya quotes to each other.  ”HOOOOOGAN DAAAHLINK!”  And the entire way home we talked to each other in Russian accents.  Pretty much the best doctor’s appointment ever.

OH WAIT.  Except that Dr. Babyplease caught us outside and told us to go home and mix up a dose of Menopur (yep, you read us right: we are mixing drugs in this house now, in addition to shooting them up) and then add an injection of Ganirelix.  Two more shots every day, only these two new ones will be in the morning.

I successfully gave myself a Follistim shot, but I wasn’t about to trust myself with mixing the Menopur powder with the saline and filling the syringe, so I told Joey he’s on shot duty from here on out.  He very seriously laid everything out on the bathroom counter and closed the toilet lid so he could lay the directions there for easy reading.  (We don’t have a lot of counter space, so we make do with what we have.)

A few minutes later, he had drawn up a syringe and was flicking it to disperse the air bubbles.  He was so serious that I started giggling.  Then he pointed the needle at me and told me to swab off because here it came.

This one hurt, so the most logical thing to do was to scream bloody murder.  Joey looked at me with eyes full of terror because he was only half way through the shot.  ”I’m almost done!” He squeaked.

Unfortunately the next shot, Ganirelix, was actually the problem shot.

I tried to read the instructions because I thought I’d give it to myself, but they freaked me out and confused me, so I handed it off to Joey.  They did the same to him, so after he read them two or three times, he gave up and called my doctor.  It was taking forever for them to call back, so he went in the bathroom to try to figure it out again.

This was proving to be complicated still, so Joey gave up and started calling all the medical professionals he could think of since our doctor hadn’t called back yet.  First he called his mom, but couldn’t get ahold of her.  Then he called Deanine, and she happened to be available.  Joey read her the directions and somehow she translated them and instructed him in the way he should shoot me.

I was sitting on the couch attaching hooks to ornaments when I heard him say to Deanine, “Um…what would happen if I pushed the plunger thing in instead of pulling it out, and sprayed medicine all over the ceiling and stuff? … Yeah, it went everywhere … OK, I’ll go get another one.”

This really piqued my curiosity, but no way was I going to go in the bathroom to see what he meant by “medicine all over the ceiling and stuff” because if I went in there, he might stick me with a needle.

Shortly he got off the phone with Deanine, and a few minutes later, Joey told me to stop putting the hooks on our new ornaments and get in the bathroom, because it was TIME.

Miraculously, once we got the whole how to inject it thing down, I was pleased to discover that the Ganirelix didn’t hurt at all.  Not one tiny bit.

Well, not until I walked out of the bathroom and said “Oh, sweet!  That one was painless!”  That’s when it hit me.  OH THE BURN, INTERNET.

It still hurts.  They both still hurt.

Conveniently, we probably had one more dose of Ganirelix than we needed, so it doesn’t look like we’ll have to re-order any more.  This is good news, because it’s not generic and we’d have to throw down a $25 copay for one box of a yicky shot.  So…way to screw up, Joey.  We don’t have to buy extra, and we get a good laugh out of knowing there is fertility medicine on the ceiling in our bathroom.  Not too many people get to have THAT awesome decoration…

Our next doctor’s appointment is Monday; Dr. Babyplease told us we could go on Sunday or Monday, and we picked Monday.  They’ll probably retrieve the maybe-babies on Wednesday or Thursday.  I can’t believe we’re getting so close.  This entire process becomes such a blur!

I’m so glad I have Nurse Joey, though.  Because I could never do all these shots by myself.  He is my rockstar.

So, I’ll be honest–this blog is probably going to be extremely boring.  I’m not one to write boring blogs, but this one is really being written out of necessity.  Now, I could just go ahead and write this out on paper…but since I’m a geek, I figured one online would be more interesting.  In addition to that, I figure that, for at least SOME people, it could be informative as well, which is always good.

Here’s my little intro, and a description of my whole ordeal up until this point:  Hi, my name is Renae, I’m 20 years old, and I get migraines.

And not just those “oh my god, my head is KILLING me” migraines–I mean, I DO get those–but I get optic migraines as well.  Most people don’t know what these are (honestly, neither did I until about 5 months ago), so I’ll explain.

Basically, an optic migraine is kind of what it sounds like–a migraine with your eyes.  But the ones that I get (and this is, apparently, how they usually occur) don’t have any pain associated with them.  I’ll basically get a horizontal lightning bolt-like flashing in my eyes…kind of like when someone takes a picture of you, and you get the camera flash stuck in your eyes.  It makes it so that I can still see, but I can’t focus on words very well, and it lasts for about 15 minutes or so.
If you have a very severe one–which I did, in April of this year–it can even affect your speech.

I work in customer service (doing troubleshooting and taking orders for kitchen appliances over the phone), and in April, I got my first–and so far, only–severe optic migraine. 
I had gotten optic migraines before, but only with the flashing in my eyes.  I associated it to dehydration, and didn’t really think anything of it.  I would just drink a lot of water, and of course, after about 15 minutes, it would go away.
With this one, though, I was in the middle of talking to a customer, taking their order, and I started slurring my speech and mixing up my words and syllables.  I was trying to tell them the total of their order, and I just couldn’t get the numbers right.  I don’t remember what their actual total was, but, for example, if their total was $56.22, I kept telling them their total was $26.52, or “25. 62″…that sort of thing.
Eventually, I concentrated extremely hard, got their CORRECT total out, and put them on hold…at which point, I proceeded to freak out.
Everything in my head felt okay–I was able to comprehend everything that I was saying and everything that was going on around me–but for some reason, it was like my brain had been rewired, and I couldn’t say out loud what I was thinking inside my head.

After talking to my supervisor, and telling her what was going on, they called the paramedics.  By the time they got to my workplace, the optic migraine had ended, so when they checked all of my vitals, nothing seemed out of the ordinary except for an increased heart rate (which is to be expected, granted the circumstances).  I opted not to take a ride in the ambulance (which can cost a lot on a medical bill, depending on your insurance), but had my boyfriend pick me up and take me to  the ER, just to make sure that I hadn’t had a mini stroke or seizure (or possibly something worse). 

The ER doctors examined my eyes, gave me a CAT scan, a basic blood test, and a urinalysis, and the results?

Nothing.

They said that everything came back completely fine, but they suggested that I go see my PCP the next day for a follow-up, which is exactly what I did…and she couldn’t find anything, either (although, I DO have to give her SOME credit–she said she really didn’t know what it was, but that there was a possibility that it was migraines…or a mini seizure). 
So she referred me to both an ophthalmologist and a neurologist, and she also told me I should get an MRI done, since a CAT scan isn’t as in-depth as an MRI.
If you’ve ever had a neurologist appointment, you’ll know that it’s not an easy feat to accomplish.  You have to schedule the appointment at LEAST a month in advance.  So, I wound up getting the MRI the same day I saw my PCP, and saw an ophthalmologist a week or two later.

Results from the ophthalmologist?

Again, nothing.  She said I had no disease in my eyes, and couldn’t understand why this had happened to me, but said that I should definitely see a neurologist.

Finally, the neurology appointment came, about 2 months after the whole ordeal started.  I go into the office, sit down, and wait for the doctor.  She comes in, looks over my MRIs, and tells me that she doesn’t see anything abnormal on them.  I described to her the symptoms that I had, and after about two seconds, she told me that I get “complex migraines” (another popular term for “optic migraines”), and proceeded to explain to me what they were.

So, after thousands of dollars in medical bills and two months of thinking I might be dying, I found out that I got migraines.

Needless to say, I was pretty pissed off.

But definitely glad to have an answer.
The neurologist, Dr. Lara Katzin (an extremely nice woman), told me to pay attention to these migraines over the next few months, see if they become more frequent, and she scheduled a follow-up appointment with me.

Which brings me to the reason why I have started this blog.
The follow-up appointment was this past Tuesday (Nov. 24), and yes, I have been getting them (along with traditional headache-like migraines)  more frequently.  I started out getting them maybe once or twice a month, and now I get them about once or twice a week.  Dr. Katzin prescribed a migraine medication to me (don’t know the name of it off the top of my head, and I don’t have the paperwork in front of me…if anyone’s interested to know what it is, just leave me a comment, and I’ll get back to you later), and suggested that I start a “migraine diary,” seeing as optic migraines, like traditional migraines, can be triggered by different things such as lights, sounds, and smells.  That way, I can see if there’s something triggering them, so I can possibly control them (and therefore, not have to be on medication).

And, here we are.
My Migraine Diary.

I’ll be documenting each one that I get, and what I was doing at the time, to see if there is any kind of pattern to it.
I figured I would make it public so as to try and help people, like I said before.  Because I’m sure that there are people out there who, just like me, get optic migraines, but don’t have any idea what they actually are (which can be pretty terrifying).

If you have any questions for me, feel free to ask–I’m an open book, honestly, and I’ll tell you all that I know!

-Renae

And I thought I’d heard everything…

Just when you thought you’d heard it all I found a link between being Single and Alzheimer’s Disease on an Arizona news site from Kyle Burke.

Thanks to Kyle for reminding us that November is National Alzheimer’s Disease Awareness Month. Now that’s definitely something we should be helping to support – goodness knows it seems the likelihood of loads of us being afflicted with the disease is seemingly high!

 I think most of us know that Doctors say that maintaining your brain health early on could be key in preventing memory loss later in life. Jan Dougherty, Director of Family and Communication Services at Banner Alzheimer’s Institute explains: “Because Alzheimer’s often starts decades before it presents with symptoms, we should be thinking in our 30’s and 40’s about lifestyle strategies, about diet, exercise, cognitive exercise, staying engaged throughout our lives.”

The bad news as per Kyle’s report,  is a recent study found that Single people are twice as likely to develop dementia and Alzheimer’s disease as married or cohabitating people.

“We’re creatures that do better when we are in communication and living with other peoples, so there’s something about socialization that’s really important to brain health,” Dougherty said.

And just in case you’ve forgotten… some of the common symptoms of memory loss are:
- forgetting names (does this count if you couldn’t remember them in the first place?)
- forgetting recent events (not due to alcohol consumption though!)
- forgetting appointments and dates (can’t bear to meet that online date you made?)
- misplacing items / finding items in strange places – (not male are you – never put things in the same place twice do you!)
- getting lost or confused in familiar places (now I’m geographically challenged so that’s a killer for me all the time)
- having difficulty finding words or putting sentences together (again watch that alcohol consumption – definitely makes it a challenge!)
- changes in behavior or personality (of course that has nothing to do with the type of day you are having or the road rage incident that’s just happened, or the 6 Red Bulls you just consumed…)

This is not an attempt at trivialising the severe impact Alzheimer’s disease has on the sufferer as well as families and friends. It is tragic to be a part of this situation. So, if you are experiencing some of those memory loss symptoms above – and forget about my little italicized comments alongside them, do go seek some help. Same goes for if you suspect someone else may be displaying some of these symptoms, see if you can find a way to guide them to seek out help.

 But, back to the Singles of the world. We all need love, friendship, companionship, and if you can find a life partner who can offer all that and more – it could be as simple as that to ward off Alzheimers. So, all I can say is get out there, display your Single status SHI Symbol everywhere you go so you can meet loads of new and interesting men and women more easily, and if you’re inclined to look for a partner, it’ll be working for you 24/7. It’s a sure fire way to help ward off Alzheimer’s. Can’t guarantee they won’t send you demented for other reasons though!

 And on another note, if you are interested in helping your local Alzheimer’s Association with much needed funds to help support research as well as support sufferers and their families – SHI Symbol has an excellent avenue that will help you, them and is something that’s super popular with everyone around the world. Just email me for the details – jan@shisymbol.com.au

 You won’t forget to do it now, will you?

BTW – Happy Thanksgiving Day to everyone.

Dupa cum toata lumea stie, bugetarii au avut luna asta 4 zile libere. Stiti voi… criza, politica, solutii idioate si multe altele, cu toate adunate, au facut ca noi sa luam vacanta. Mica, mica vacanta asta dar am facut lucruri “mari” in primele zile… Ce? Pai:

1. Am fost sa-mi fac analizele la sange… mi-a luat nenea doctoru’ 4 eprubete de sange… mai, mai sa lesin acolo cand am vazut cat imi ia )

2. M-am tuns… da… NU MAI AM PARUL LUNG… nu m-am tuns scurt… am fost doar sa-mi mai ia din el, si m-am trezit ca am ramas cu 1/4 din lingime. Poate inca visez… sper ( Poate pana maine creste iar… poate… ah… mi-e si frica sa ma mai uit in oglinda :| Nu ma mai tund nici de-al naibii pana la vara.

Culmea… maine mai am si excursia la targul de carte si teatru. O sa ma vada o groaza de lume cu parul asta ( Mi-e ca ma rasgandesc acum si nu mai merg… in fine… aiurea. Nu conteaza… o sa merg… sper ca o sa ma simt bine (si nu se va distra nimeni pe seama mea si a parului meu… Edy, vezi cum le dai idei!).

In rest? Plictiseala…

Si acum s-o fac pe Adelina fericita:

Well November is nearly past and it is time for another reflection on what was going on a year ago.  I think this will be the last of these “a year ago reflections.”  After this there were not too many events of note.  Just the long and slow grieving process which is still continuing of course…

…In the months following Abigail’s death we were pretty much in a daze to be honest.  A week after the funeral and I was back to work in a very public way heading the annual conference for the charity I work for.  The work was easy enough.  But having frequent head tilt “how are you” conversations with people was challenging.  Some people really wanted to know and could cope with the truth but others just wanted to go through the motions and hear that you were getting there (wherever there is) and that you could quote some vague religious platitude.

It wasn’t long before I found myself referred for more infertility tests picking up from where we had pulled out when we found out we were pregnant with Abigail.  Both my wife and I wanted to get as much of this behind us before we cared again.  We had had two and a half years of disappointment leading up to Abigail being conceived and we were not looking forward to the monthly rollercoaster of trying to conceive again.  So yes in the months that followed I had numerous opportunities to have intimate relations with a cup, go for physical examinations, blood tests, an ultrasound (on me this time!) and the rest.  I remember the first time I went to see the urologist consultant, I had to walk through the maternity unit and see lots of pregnant women waiting for their ultrasounds.  It was so unfair that here I was going to see if anything could be done to see if we could get pregnant when here were all these women who were already there.  If only we could reset and reboot – go back to when we were pregnant and play it again and see if we got a different outcome.

In the weeks following the funeral we knew that the first week of December was going to be especially jarring.  We had Abigail’s post-mortem results on 1 December and her due date was 6 December.  I booked the week off work and before long, these dates were upon us.

My wife and I discussed the PM results before the day and we both felt that anything less than a 1 in 4 chance of recurrence would not be enough to stop us trying for another baby.  1 in 4 might be enough.  We had a strong suspicion that Abigail had died from a genetic condition.  Some of her fingers and toes had been fused together and that seemed a strong indicator of a chromosomal cause.  Even as I write this now, I hate the idea that some readers might think “ah well in that case she was left than perfect/not normal so perhaps her dying was probably for the best.”  Someone said basically that in a card to us once!  Let me be as clear as I can.  Abigail may not have been perfect – nor are any of us! – but we loved her as if she was.  If she had lived we would have loved her with all our hearts no matter what challenges she would have faced.

The day of the post-mortem results came and we dropped our son off with friends and walked in to the hospital.  We had done this so many times for scans and now we repeated that well-known routine.  We parked the car and had five minutes to spare so we walked along the street outside.  We then went into the waiting area and this was the one time I felt the hospital let us down.  We were in a maternity waiting area surrounded by posters of babies, mothers with babies, mother’s breastfeeding their babies to “give them the best start in life”.  This was also the room where we had had anti-natal classes when we were pregnant with our son.

There was one mother-to-be and grandmother-to-be waiting.  They were very chirpy and talking excitedly about their pregnancy.  We were not chirpy but very sober.  At one point the grandmother-to-be even made a comment about how we seemed very serious.  I nearly told them we were there for our daughter’s PM results but restrained myself.  Altogether we waited about 25 minutes past our appointment time and that was hard in that room.

Finally we were taken into the consultant’s office.  Our doctor, Paul had been great during the pregnancy but by now we were quite on edge.  He had a student doctor with him.  A girl who seemed about 17 (probably 23).  I doubt she had done one of these before.  Paul came straight to the point and said that he was sorry for the delay but the formal PM report had not come back to him so he had been getting the results over the phone.  Abigail had had triploidy.  This was a condition that resulted in a lot of miscarriages but not many babies made it as far as birth.  All in all it accounted for about 1 in 50,000 live births.  It occurred when a baby had 69 instead of 46 chromosomes.  It was always fatal and no baby had lived beyond 10 months with triploidy.

The good news (!) was that it was a fairly random event and was not likely to recur for us.  Say 1 in 100.  There was no reason we couldn’t try for another baby – other than ongoing infertility problems that is.  Ironically the majority of triploidy cases occurred when 2 sperm fertilised one egg.  Madness – none of my sperm were good enough to get to the egg but when one finally did a second one did too!  Stupid sperm.  Grrrrrr.

Here is a final email I sent to all our friends and family who had been receiving updates during Abigail’s short life.

There are two ways to tell you about the PM, the first is medical – what we know and think.  We now know that Abigail had a genetic condition called triploidy.  This results in quite a lot of early miscarriages but it is very rare to last as long as we did.  It only affects about 1 in 50,000 births.  It is lethal with most triploidy babies being still born or with an average life expectancy of 10 hours after birth.  It is not hereditary – as the doctor puts it we were struck by lightning.  This is a relief as otherwise there would have been a chance that [our son] could have faced similar problems in his future.  That said we do face an increased risk of this or similar happening to us again of about 1 in 100.  This is a lot lot lot better than 1 in 4, but not as good as nothing!  Stating the obvious there.  So overall not as bad as we feared but not as good as we could have hoped.

The second way to talk about these results is not what we think or know, but how we feel.  Abigail was conceived into a fallen broken world as we all were.  But, we do not love her one tiny bit less for this.  We do not think of her as imperfect in any way more than everyone else alive today including you and me.  We certainly don’t want people telling us it was a mercy she died when she did, or that we have been saved from more heartache.  If we had had 10 hours with her we would have treasured those 10 hours.  We do treasure the limited time and limited contact we had with Abigail – we always will, it has tremendous value to us as her parents.  Even though we know now that she was never going to survive we still grieve the life and the potential that she had in our hearts and dreams.  We will remember the milestones that never occur even if they could never have been.  I share this side of it with you because as our friends and family we want you to understand and be comfortable with the simple fact that at this simple level Abigail remains part of our lives and part of our family.  We hope you can be part of this too and feel comfortable talking about this side of things with us.  We do not expect or want this to be a morbid thing but a way of valuing the person Abigail was and is.

One final thing, this verse has been helpful to us from Lamentations 3 v32-33

Though he brings grief, he will show compassion,

so great is his unfailing love.

^For he does not willingly bring affliction

or grief to the children of men.

We do not expect to understand why this happened to us, but we will accept it.  And we know that God is good and faithful.

We had ended up arranging to visit friends for the weekend of Abigail’s due date.  This was probably a mistake.  We were struggling to function and it was all fairly chaotic at our friend’s house.  They had other people staying and four children so the house was quite crowded and we didn’t really have an opportunity to talk meaningfully.  In the middle of bedtime routines the Dad of the home said something to the effect that it felt like he had 18 children to put to bed.  I came close to saying “lucky you” but again restrained myself.  These people were (and are) good friends but we were not in a good place.

At one level Abigail’s due date didn’t have the meaning it might have had.  If Abigail had lived she would have been delivered by C-section much earlier than this date.  But looking back further to finding out we were pregnant, this was the date we had been told was her due date.  Over the entire length of Abigail’s pregnancy this was the date we had expected to be filled with joy.  Instead we were just getting stuck into the grieving process and wondering whether we would ever get pregnant again.  Not a very acceptable exchange really!

In the run up to Christmas we felt increasingly lonely in our grief.  The support that had been so tangible in the first few weeks now faded into normality for others and raging grief for us.  People moved on but we did not.  There was nothing new for people to say to show their support and we increasingly found it unsatisfying being around people.

We had a few days away with some friends in a holiday park and I remember getting into an argument about gender specific appropriate activities.  It got quite heated until I eventually explained that I was arguing from the point of view that Abigail had been a girl and therefore I wanted to imagine her in pink and doing ballet dancing not football lessons.  Stupid really.

We then stayed for a weekend with some friends who had driven an 800 mile roundtrip for the Abigail’s funeral and given a massive donation to Abigail’s fund.  We had hoped to catch up with them and share where we were at with Abigail.  But basically they couldn’t hack any conversation about Abigail at all.  Whenever she was mentioned they would immediately change the subject.  We hated that weekend more than anything.

But that was compensated by the fact that we then spent an evening with some friends who had suffered three miscarriages and ongoing infertility problems.  They were so understanding and happy to talk about Abigail.  This has been a valuable lesson to people – how comfortable people are with suffering seems directly related to how much they have themselves sufferred.

For Christmas we have always had a tradition of buying a new decoration for the tree each year.  This year we bought a bauble with Abigail’s name on it.  This was on the tree this first year and will continue to be part of our Christmas tree for years to come.  It was good to be able to recognise her in our family Christmas.

Fonte: Vilabela DevianART

Berdasarkan kisah nyata, film ini bercerita tentang Hunter “Patch” Adams, seorang mahasiswa kedokteran yang berusaha mencerahkan dunia kedokteran yang “dingin”. Dokter-dokter yang kaku dan acuh tak acuh menggelitik Patch. Kebanyakan dokter hanya peduli dengan penyakit pasien. Menurut Patch, paham ini harus ditinggalkan. Arti sehat bukan hanya semata-mata bebas dari penyakit, melainkan juga kepenuhan atau kesejahteraan secara fisik, mental, dan sosial (WHO dalam Pyke, 1968). Seharusnya dokter tidak hanya merawat penyakit, tetapi juga pasiennya. Apabila dokter memperhatikan aspek psikologis pasien, semangat hidup pasien akan timbul dan pasien akan lebih memperhatikan kesehatannya. Hal inilah yang mendorong Patch menggunakan metode “humor – humanisme”. Ia berusaha membuat pasiennya senang dan nyaman.

Dalam bukunya, House Calls, Adams mengatakan bahwa tujuan pertama yang harus dicapai setiap kali ada pasien yang datang adalah menjalin persahabatan. Pertemuan pertama bisa berlangsung antara 3 – 4 jam. “We might go for a walk. If you like to fish, maybe we will go fishing. If you like to run, we run together, and I’ll interview you while we are running. By the end of that time, I hope we have a trust, a friendship starting to develop, and from there we can proceed.” Mitch Roman, rekan Patch yang menentang pendekatan Patch, merasa frustrasi. Walaupun pengetahuan dan keahliannya menyembuhkan penyakit tidak diragukan, ia tidak dapat membuat pasiennya makan.

Saya ingat dengan adegan ketika Patch, untuk pertama kalinya, ke rumah sakit yang dikelola kampusnya. Saat itu Patch dan temannya menyusup di antara mahasiswa kedokteran yang sedang melakukan kunjungan. Di depan mereka, seorang perempuan, yang kakinya hampir busuk akibat diabetes, sedang terbaring. Mahasiswa-mahasiswa kedokteran itu sibuk bertanya tentang penyakitnya kepada dokter senior. Perempuan tersebut tampak bingung, seolah bertanya “Apakah yang kalian pedulikan hanya penyakitku?” Berbeda dengan yang lainnya, Patch malah menanyakan namanya. Setelah itu, pasien tersebut tersenyum, seperti mengucap terima kasih, “akhirnya ada orang yang benar-benar peduli pada saya”. Secara pribadi, adegan ini paling menyentuh saya. Hal kecil, seperti menanyakan nama, ternyata dapat membuat pasien merasa senang. Pasien tidak selalu hanya butuh janji apakah ia akan sehat. Sebuah perhatian dapat membuat harinya lebih cerah.

Kritik kedua Patch terhadap dunia kedokteran adalah anggapan bahwa kematian adalah musuh yang harus dikalahkan. Kalah dan menang dokter ditentukan dari keberhasilannya menyembuhkan penyakit. Sedangkan Patch menganggap kematian sebagai hal yang tidak perlu ditakuti karena kematian merupakan proses alami dalam kehidupan. Manusia pada akhirnya akan mati. “Why can’t we treat death with a certain amount of humanity and dignity, and decency, and God forbid, maybe even humor.” (“Patch Adams”, 1998). Apabila dokter memfokuskan dirinya untuk merawat pasien, tidak akan ada kekalahan.

Kematian merupakan proses yang menakutkan. Pasien-pasien, terutama dalam kasus penyakit terminal, seringkali stres karenanya. Kadangkala pasien ini butuh membicarakan kematian dengan seseorang. Dalam film ini, ada seorang pasien bernama Bill Davis yang perangainya sangat buruk. Ia sering mengusir dokter dan perawat yang berkunjung ke kamarnya. Pada awalnya, Patch juga ditolaknya. Akan tetapi, ketika Patch mengajak Bill untuk membicarakan kematian, Bill merespon dengan cukup baik. Sejak saat itu, Bill mau menjalani perawatan dengan baik. Ini merupakan adegan kedua yang paling berkesan untuk saya. Patch berani mengambil resiko membicarakan topik yang dianggap paling tabu untuk dibicarakan dengan seorang pasien. Ternyata itulah yang dibutukan oleh pasien.

Dalam film ini, Patch juga mengritik biaya rumah sakit yang terlalu mahal. Rumah sakit telah melupakan aspek kemanusiaan dan lebih mementingkan uang. Seorang ibu, yang anaknya baru meninggal, tidak boleh menengok anaknya sebelum menandatangani formulir. Keadaan seperti ini membuat masyarakat ragu untuk datang ke rumah sakit. Melihat keadaan ini, Patch mendirikan Gesundheit dimana pasien yang datang tidak perlu memusingkan soal biaya.

“All of life is a coming home” (“Patch Adams”, 1998). Semua orang mencari rumah dalam perjalanan hidupnya. Tempat yang terbaik adalah rumah. Mengambil filosofi ini, Gesundheit dikondisikan seperti rumah. Orang-orang di dalamnya seperti keluarga. Masing-masing orang di sana, termasuk pasien, diwajibkan untuk saling merawat satu sama lain, seperti memasak, mengganti perban, ataupun mendengarkan keluh kesah. Semua orang saling membantu untuk meredakan “badai” dalam hati mereka.

Secara keseluruhan, film ini ingin mengajak pelaku dunia pelayanan kesehatan untuk kembali kepada akarnya, yaitu untuk membantu orang. Akan tetapi film ini masih menyisakan pertanyaan dalam realitanya. Dalam dunia pelayanan kesehatan Indonesia, seringkali terdengar keluhan pelayanan rumah sakit yang kurang bermutu dan tidak profesional, atau kurang empati dalam melakukan program pelayanan kesehatan terutama di rumah sakit. Semoga saja pemerintah dan pelaku pelayanan kesehatan Indonesia mempunyai semangat seperti Patch yang senantiasa setia membantu orang lain dengan senyum dan harapan.

O Spyware Doctor realiza a busca de arquivos maliciosos que possam infectar seu computador. Dentre as ameaças, estão spywares, adwares, trojans, keyloogers, cookies espiões, trackwares, spybots e outros.
O programa irá realizar automaticamente o download das atualizações, sempre que você abri-lo. Isto é bom, pois permite que seu computador não fique vulnerável aos malwares mais recentes.

Além desta característica, ele também inicia o escaneamento automático do sistema, após a verificação das atualizações. Ou seja, o usuário não necessita realizar nenhuma configuração inicial antes de usá-lo.

JUEVES 26 DE NOVIEMBRE

UNIVERSAL CHANNEL 21:00 hrs

SKY 208 / CABLEVISIÓN 211

Michael Yarish/Fox

Un joven que le gusta la fiesta es llevado al hospital con el apéndice inflamado no quiere decir la verdad y después no puede.

House se les pega a Cuddy y Wilson que van a una conferencia médica de farmacología y salud pública.

I had my flu vaccine today. It was fine, apart from the fact that I don’t really like looking at needles and the doctor took the vaccine out of the packet and then proceeded to carry on talking to me about how many vaccines she has to do and all the bureaucracy that goes with that whilst the dreaded needle was right in my field of vision as she gesticulated to illustrate her words. I was as polite as possible and tried to avoid turning my head away from her while she was speaking, but just tried very, very, hard not to look at the needle, while thinking to myself,  ‘Please, just get it over with!’, or less polite words to that effect. Anyway, eventually it was done and I escaped from the doctor’s after booking myself in for the swine flu vaccination on 12th December. I  must remember to go.

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