It's been a while since I last posted on this site, or any other site for that matter. I got caught up both in doing my taxes (Obama's tax cuts saved me over $3000), and dealing with numerous and expensive home repairs mandated upon me by my homeowners insurance underwriter. I switched insurance companies, which took a fair amount of my time, with some time of what remained assigned to those repairs I deemed necessary and not merely cosmetic.
But the biggest issue impeding my output is that I have had a relapse in my health. I first wrote about this back in February, and expanded upon the topic since here on Blogcritics. Things have not gotten better since I was last able to write. Testing still has produced no meaningful results, but my symptoms are worsening. If my research is accurate (I can't know without certain tests being conducted - and you just KNOW the lab will act just on my asking!) I think I have to get my doctor focused on treating my illness and not my symptoms. I'm tired of being a Guinea Pig for the latest barely-tested but profitable pharmaceuticals which cause more problems than they solve.
I had to go the ER one day due to the sort of head pain for which Bret Michaels still gets so much coverage for suffering, even though I didn't come near to having a hemorrhage like he did. But it took some powerful drugs to get me back to having a merely bad headache. I have had to watch my activities ever since as "Too much stress" was deemed to be the cause of that immediate ailment, and having a headache is now a constant in my life. Only the intensity varies.
I also didn't have it as bad as did the mother of blogger Jack Jodell, author of The Saturday Afternoon Post, who was hustled out of necessary medical care by a "hospitalist". Said "hospitalist" is apparently intended both to save the hospital some money on "unnecessary" treatment and to "ease the workload" of the primary care physician. Jodell relates on how they had this "hospitalist" replaced with another, who discovered that cancer was the reason for the serious symptoms his mother was suffering. But who -on an official level- is really going to care about that when there is big money involved? Clearly her own physician doesn't, or there would be no "hospitalist" taking over the rounds.
I got the feeling when I was in the ER that they were in a hurry to move me along as well. Shortly after I was given the powerful painkiller which reduced my agony, I passed out. The attending physician came to release me, but as I was out cold he "allowed" me one hour to nap before awakening me and sending me on my way. I really was in no shape to go anywhere, and I didn't get off the unit before I was hit with a hard wave of nausea. I vomited messily in their only restroom. But I know when someone thinks it's time for me to leave. Despite the continued nausea and vertigo, I allowed my son Bookseller to drive me home to complete what recuperation I would have.