Christ. I feel like this whole damned year they've been sticking needles in me, ultrasounded me, x-rayed different body parts and I'm not exactly feeling oh-so-much better. Let me clarifiy: the meds have given me a different set of symptoms. Like, ah, pain. Don't worry, that's just from the water I'm retaining now, says my doc, and I should just cut the dosage of one of the meds in half, no biggie. Nice. At least you didn't kill me, jerk.
Let's look at the bright side:
I'm not anemic anymore, so I won't collapse for lack of iron again. Nice, right? It's something. I'm Iron Woman now, watch out!
Of course I might collapse while being on that juice fast that I'm doing trying to get rid (pronto!) of those useless six pounds I gained on account of the meds, but hey. Plus, they can keep their expensive not-covered-by-any-health-insurance-plan tests, I'm Ms. Heal Thyself Now. Oh, anger is a powerful thing. A source of power.
Where's Dr. House when you need him, anyway? Many of his less fictitious peers got the sucky bedside manner down but none seem to have the knowledge/skills. Or give me Cristina and Meredith Grey. They might be able to come up with something. Urgh, reality sucks so bad sometimes.
Good thing my TV quit. Again. Third time this year. At least its repair is still covered under warranty. Yepp, it's that kind of a TV. The lemon kind a.k.a. JVC. Repairs usually mean I'll be TV-free for at least a week.
As a general rule, TVs only go black-screen on weekends when the manufacturer hotline is not staffed. Trust me, it works like this all the frigging time. The 2-year warranty ends next month. I seriously would like a replacement TV because I don't think this one puppy will ever just work and not break down again in a few weeks.
So I think while I'm trying not to think of solid food, chewing food, the texture of food, et cetera and so forth, you get my driftwood - hey, Dr. Brown would be good, too. What, he's a brain-doc? Shoot.
I think I might as well trade carpal-tunnel pain for the pain in my fingers that is, supposedly, caused by the edemas caused by the meds. (I said edema, you goof, not enema. By the by, enemas are good, according to Prince Charles. I know, Prince of a country where men still proudly display their chest hair, even über-cool (yeah, right) ex-junkie pop-stars, who am I kidding. There's the train, the train of thought, let's jump back on:) Cause and effect, one scene building on the other, I can hardly remember the frigging inciting incident.
Which, I guess, means that I should run out and get some Gingko Biloba or something since my memory clearly isn't working well, either.
And then I'll read the transcript of next weeks House, M.D. episode (they're airing season 2 here). Huh! JVC will not succeed in keeping me from indulging in my fave addictions. Sure, I've read all the posted Grey's Anatomy transcripts I could find. If someone knows where ALL of them are posted, drop me a comment.
Happy Holiday-weekend!
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someone set out some milk for the stray cat!
Man, there I was hoping to find a hot tip on where ALL the scripts or at least transcripts (House, Grey's) are. But not. It's the Mars man complaining. Was I too subtle, once again? ;)
Actually, last time I stopped by blogger was funky and nothing worked. Oooh, I forgot something...
Um, where the freak IS the MILK? (Skinny tall latte or mocha would be even better, though).
Thanks for stopping by. Happy weekend.
wwmjem.... hm. I bet it's got to do with women and the other thing.
hey, there's this cool site called google on the Internets. you type in stuff yur looking for, like how to milk a cow or something, and it searches through this series of interconnecting tubes and finds yur stuff.
http://www.twiztv.com/scripts/greysanatomy/
;)
word ver: grontog -- greman wake up call
That's exactly where I read them, Smarty. But there are some episodes missing I'd like to read - like half of the first season. ???
What's with you and cows and milk? Are you a farmer, Mars-boy?
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