April 15
From my brain
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2009
Me 15:17, 15 April 2009 (EDT)
With yesterday's article in hand, MIL is heading home to use her fax machine and send it to the endocrinologist, general practitioner, and the neurologist. And here's the coversheet I sent along with it:
- Please see the attached article from the American Academy of Family Physicians website. The article describes nearly 100% of the symptoms of which have been occuring over the last two months for me, including mentioning the positive Carnett's sign brought up by Dr. Levin.
- Please review the attached and let me know your thoughts on how to proceed further (in whichever area you happen to be involved in regarding my case).
In addition, having told my endo's nurse that no one is doing jack on my FMLA paperwork, and how rude the general's nurse was, she filled out the FMLA paperwork with Wifey over the phone. She marked me as "incapacitated for work" until mid-June. Now, we just need to figure out how to tree this thing so I can be back to ThePit long before that.
I have to be losing it if I really want to go back there...
Me 22:20, 15 April 2009 (EDT)
As I'd said to Wifey, MIL, Father, and a few others, if there is one service that I really need to make during Holy Week this year, it's gotta be Wednesday for the unction service.
Looking back at the start of this ordeal, I have to realize something: it's been the entirety of Lent. I mean, very first Lenten service I missed due to this thing (granted, we all thought it was kidney stones back then). I made just one pre-Lenten service. I made only two others throughout the rest of the Sundays. Being there tonight was good.
The entire service is about healing. Seven different gospels about healing are read (and the mention of Christ visiting with tax collectors is amusing...but only this year) regarding the healing of the sick...both in soul and in body. On top of all that, Wifey and I managed to squeeze Confession in before the end of Holy Week (and, in fact, I believe this is the last day we could do it...but I'm not sure).
This all made me very, very introspective about myself over recent times. Father and I have spoken several times on the topic of illness specifically, and -- when he and I visited Zejan -- on the general age-old topic of "why bad things happen to good people". Is it always the sin in our lives that directly causes the woes of life? The Church doesn't believe so for one. Instead, the trials we go through can be there for a variety of reasons such as to strengthen us...or sometimes (as Father put it to me in Confession) to evoke "the sledgehammer effect". The act of waking us up as boldly as possible to say in that voice-over-burning-bush-rumble "You are not listening to Me!"
I'm 100% glad I went. Granted, between the thoughts left following Confession, the pain that was on-going, the Percohaze, and wrangling the kids, it was a struggle to focus on the service. It was beautiful -- as all the Holy Week services are -- so I had to keep trying to listen.
The trying and the struggle...that's been the summation of this whole Lent. I guess too...that's the point of any Lent.
Me 22:21, 15 April 2009 (EDT)
Also, this is night #2 with my new bedtime buddy: Captain Trazadone.
2008
Me 00:55, 15 April 2008 (EDT)
I am alive...well...mostly. There are for more details to this weekend of grueling hell than my hands can type at this moment. All I can say is that I would very much like Mama to take care of me, I could seriously go for a /inappropriatebackrub, and could use some good home cookin' as my kitchen is a disaster at the moment.
Updates will come tomorrow as soon as I can muster them...
2004
Me 11:09, 15, April 2004 (EDT)
I lost a friend this week...
- DICKSON Daniel Trent Dickson, age 37, of Columbus, Monday, April 12, 2004 at his residence. Employed by Qwest Communications, avid storm chaser and published short story writer. Preceded in death by mother Sherrill. Survived by father, Kelly; brother, Nathan (Lisa) Dickson; sister, Shelley (Michael) Myers. Funeral service 4 p.m. Saturday, April 17, 2004 at RUTHERFORD-CORBIN FUNERAL HOME, WORTHINGTON CHAPEL, 515 High St., Worthington, Oh., where friends may call from 2-4 p.m. Saturday. Cremation will follow service.
Dan was a good guy, and somewhat of a kindred spirit, both of us being writers when we first became friends, he only (obviously, having been published) really sticking too it. Beyond that, he was one of the two guys I replaced when I took on my current position, so in a way, I have to thank him for the income I currently have as well.
At 29 now, I'm realizing I'm approaching that age when "people you know" are starting to die off. Sure, there's not so many as when you're in your 60's and on, but I've already got three from my H.S. graduating class, and now Dan whom I worked with.
What makes me saddened with all of this is how we lost touch. You get a couple emails, and you try to respond, but you "get busy" and don't ever respond, eventually deleting the item from your inbox. Aparently lots had changed with him over the years as there is no mention of his (then) wife -- who was for all appearances his soul-mate -- nor her (their?) daughter.
The Boy's birthday party will be done by 2PM on Saturday, so I plan on going to pay my respects right after that. This really sux.
