Monday, December 27, 2010

Festivus Brace

*The secular, nondescript holiday-themed, Berkleyan, PC wrapping paper yielded the name.

Friday, December 24, 2010

'Tis da Season

New cane!

Grandma feet!

Happy Holidays Y'all!

You had me at "Big," "Gay," "Truck" & "Ice cream"

Big Gay Ice Cream Truck

I've been quite obsessed with this lately. It's really masochistic for me to keep oogling their goodies, but I can't stop.

With the best company name ever and treats named Bea Arthur, The Gobbler and Salty Pimp you know you've struck gold.

I'm dead serious when I say this: "If I ever get the green light to eat ice cream, I'm immediately booking a flight to NYC." For serious

Friday, December 17, 2010

There's such a thing as a LOWER respiratory infection?!

You learn something new everyday...

I've heard people say a million times that they have an upper respiratory infection (which is basically a bad cold, btw) but have never heard of, or considered, that if there's an upper, there must be a lower.

It's official: my lungs hate me. They've joined forces with my eardrum and are waging war.

There is so much fluid in my ear and lungs that I can hear my own heartbeat and breathing like a thunderous underwater heavy metal concert. "Keep it down, will ya? I'm trying to nap!"

I went to see Sara Bareilles last night. She's my favorite :) and even though I felt like a corpse and there was a tidal wave of mucus erupting from my nose, I went anyway. We had seats and the show was amazing. I don't feel that was overdoing it but my doctor thinks otherwise. I now intend to sleep the weekend away, as instructed.

Apparently, fluid in your lungs is cause for rest. I'm still learning the meaning of that word, but I'm trying.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife

"the USA is the "only wealthy, industrialized nation that does not ensure that all citizens have coverage" (Wikipedia)

For 3 years, I've been trying to get medical insurance and for three years I've been told over and over and over again that I "present uncertain medical underwriting"(basically, "You actually need and will use this insurance, therefore we're not going to make money off of you and refuse to cover you") and have been denied repeatedly.

Last year, I was offered catastrophic insurance at $500+/mo that basically would cover me if I got cancer or was in a horrific car wreck and on life support. It did not cover dental, audiology, dermatology, mental health, women's health, gastroenterology, chiropractic or podiatry...all the things I needed at the time. I didn't see the point, so I passed...then, I got a catastrophic illness. Turns out, most of the care I'm recieving wouldn't have been covered, anyway; but, those ER visits (which will probably be the death of me before the black mold is) would've been covered. Oh well.

Fast forward to now: I just got approved for almost full coverage...wait for it...for: dental, audiology, dermatology, mental health, women's health, gastroenterology, chiropractic and podiatry; but not for my specialized care (nutritionist, infectious disease specialist and hematologist).

*Please take a moment to get out your Encyclopedia and look up IRONY. Does my picture look nice?

At least now I can finally afford to get my foot fixed. I love my cane and all, but I'm not ready to be such a Grandma just yet.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

This is your brain on drugs...

I've figured out that you can cook egg whites in the microwave without setting off the Apocalypse. (Does anyone else recall being scared shitless as a kid with horror stories about cooking eggs in the microwave?)

That's about as exciting as things get, relating to food, lately.

I'm kind of over cooking right now and food really holds no appeal for me these days.

I have grand plans of coming up with some kick-ass Christmas recipes...we'll see if I muster up the energy for it.

I must say, Aspergillosis is the best damn diet (if you don't mind feeling like utter shit all the time) and everyone should give it a try. I've lost almost 40 lbs in 6 months. It's better than The South Beach Diet!

Friday, December 10, 2010

When life gives you lemons, make scraper canes!

My foot is getting worse.

So now I have to wear a foot brace and walk with a cane...and you'd better believe theys gotta be pimp!

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