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![]() all write 02/23/2012 = 01:14 AM In case you are wondering what happened to last week's update, there was a bit of a problem with it, in the sense that I felt too crappy to write it. Oh, hell, not again, right? It's better now, though. No, really. While I still feel reasonably craptastic, I have the comfort of knowing that my primary, always looking out for me, has found me a cardiologist who will not suddenly up and stop taking my insurance, and has also referred me to a pain specialist. Here is where Nevada veers far away from my experiences in Connecticut. In all my years living there, never once did some doctor say, "Gee, you do seem to be in too much pain to cope; let's get that looked at." I don't know if this means that my Connecticut physicians thought I wasn't in all that much pain, or if Nevada is full of a bunch of hot-damn hippie granola-eating hemp-wearing liberals who want everyone to just be groovy, and I don't care, because if this new doctor knows what she's doing, it won't hurt anymore. Imagine that. I also have to go have yet another CT scan, because none of my various and sundry doctors is comfortable enough yet to say, "No, you don't have lymphoma." I'm not going to borrow trouble. If it happens, we'll deal with it then, and I hope I am sufficiently honest and gracious to not handle it as Daisy did, which is to say, by not being a real person. On the upside of all of this, my novel, which had stalled rather badly, got a tune-up, new fluids, and a new starter. All this stemmed from a delightful conversation I had with a coworker, a girl I hadn't known all that well before, who is writing a children's book. We wound up throwing enough ideas at each other that we're both getting our stories told, a little more every day. I still prefer the cat to all the other characters, but as he would no doubt believe, that is exactly as it should be. drinking: ginger ale all write - February 23, 2012 1:14 AM thank goodness you're here, surreal girl - February 9, 2012 4:16 AM miss paisley - February 3, 2012 6:56 AM ninesense - January 26, 2012 4:16 AM
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