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Sep. 25th, 2015 12:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckWhy would the university health system make an online form that it locks completely the moment one presses submit? I realized immediately after that I had put in the wrong month for my lumpectomy-- I put in 28 Sept 2015 which, of course, is completely incorrect, but I can't get back in to change it now. I don't suppose it really matters. It's just very annoying. What if it were something that mattered?
My father called last night. He wasn't responding to the message I'd left Sunday evening. He didn't even mention that, and we only discussed my health at my prompting. Instead, he told me about his own health issues. Back in June, he had a strange rash appear on his legs. It spread upward, and at this point, it's all over his body. He went to the doctor when it started to spread, but the treatment they gave him didn't do anything. Then they kept stalling him on getting him back in because it was 'only a rash.' He saw a different doctor and got a different treatment which also didn't work.
It took until this week for him to get in to see his own doctor. She did what the earlier doctors really should have done and referred him to a dermatologist. She has also prescribed prednisone. I'm willing to let the first doctor off the hook on the prednisone-- It may not have been full body then. But surely the second doctor should have prescribed that? And there's a family history of skin cancer. My father describes his rash as eczema, psoriasis, sores and growths. I didn't ask him what he meant by growths, but it sounds like the sort of thing that, even without a family history of skin cancer, ought to be taken very seriously.
Scott watched the new Heroes show last night. I did not. I always left the room when the original was on because I couldn't deal with it, and I didn't have any reason to think that the new series would be less anxiety inducing. Scott had forgotten that, so he was really surprised when I went.
I started a new romance novel last night that I think I may actually finish. At least, I'm about forty pages in, and nothing has kicked me out of the book yet. I've got my fingers crossed. I have another romance novel that I'm about 2/3 done with but have stopped reading because I know that something I won't deal with well is about to happen, and I don't want to read it. I've been trying to read what happens after in hopes of reassuring myself that I can handle it. It's nothing horrible by most people's standards, just a public confrontation with accusations exchanged, in which the heroine may or may not be believed by people who matter to her.
I tried sleeping last night without a bra. I'm not sure it was a good idea, mainly because I can't tell if the additional discomfort I felt was because I had taken naproxen instead of hydrocodone or because I wasn't wearing a bra. I suspect that it's mostly the former, but I shouldn't have tried them both at once. It's just that I was coming off of 48 hours of wearing the most comfortable of the three bras I have, and I couldn't face putting on one of the less comfortable bras.
I'm trying to decide if I should be worried about the biopsy wound. It's not infected or anything. It's just that it's been six weeks, and I'd have expected it to be more healed than it is. It's still very heavily scabbed, looking to me as if it were a week or, at most, two old. But none of the doctors I saw on the 14th were at all concerned about it. They all said that everything was healing nicely. I go back in on the 1st, so I can ask then, but I worry-- What if they're expecting me to be more healed than I am? But surely they've done this thousands of times and know what to expect.
I couldn't get back to sleep after Scott got up at 5:00 this morning. I stayed in bed for about an hour and a half, hoping that I'd sleep again. I finally gave up and got up. I knew Cordelia wouldn't be pleased to see me, but I figured she could deal, and she did. She complained a little but not too much.
I'm debating whether or not I should apply for an absentee ballot. It's a fifteen minute walk, each way, to our polling place, and I'll be about three weeks into radiation when election day rolls around. It's entirely possible that walking that far will be beyond me then. It's also entirely possible that it won't. Sometimes, the Democrats call around to voters to see if they need rides, but I've only known them to do that in major election years. I could, maybe, take a cab, but that's expensive and hard for me to justify to myself. I think I have a good case to justify asking for an absentee ballot, but I worry that I'll get into trouble if I ask for one and it later turns out that I could have gotten to the polling place to vote. Then again, I don't think anybody actually checks every absentee ballot to make sure people weren't lying about needing one.
And I just finished researching the ballot. It doesn't matter if I vote or not. There's one thing on the ballot for us in November, and that's a city council race where the Democrat is running unopposed. There aren't any non-partisan races. There aren't any proposals or millages or anything like that. I'm inclined to think that getting an absentee ballot and then managing to turn it in would be a lot more trouble than it would be worth.
Now I want to know how stupid the Democratic fundraisers think I am. They just sent me an email saying that they need at least $100000 by the 30th in order to prevent a more conservative Republican from becoming the next Speaker of the House. Just how is money supposed to do that? It's 2015. The election this November isn't going to change the House in the least, so no money they raise can possibly keep a Republican from becoming the next Speaker. And I think they'd need a heck of a lot more than $100000 in bribes if they wanted to do it that way.
My father called last night. He wasn't responding to the message I'd left Sunday evening. He didn't even mention that, and we only discussed my health at my prompting. Instead, he told me about his own health issues. Back in June, he had a strange rash appear on his legs. It spread upward, and at this point, it's all over his body. He went to the doctor when it started to spread, but the treatment they gave him didn't do anything. Then they kept stalling him on getting him back in because it was 'only a rash.' He saw a different doctor and got a different treatment which also didn't work.
It took until this week for him to get in to see his own doctor. She did what the earlier doctors really should have done and referred him to a dermatologist. She has also prescribed prednisone. I'm willing to let the first doctor off the hook on the prednisone-- It may not have been full body then. But surely the second doctor should have prescribed that? And there's a family history of skin cancer. My father describes his rash as eczema, psoriasis, sores and growths. I didn't ask him what he meant by growths, but it sounds like the sort of thing that, even without a family history of skin cancer, ought to be taken very seriously.
Scott watched the new Heroes show last night. I did not. I always left the room when the original was on because I couldn't deal with it, and I didn't have any reason to think that the new series would be less anxiety inducing. Scott had forgotten that, so he was really surprised when I went.
I started a new romance novel last night that I think I may actually finish. At least, I'm about forty pages in, and nothing has kicked me out of the book yet. I've got my fingers crossed. I have another romance novel that I'm about 2/3 done with but have stopped reading because I know that something I won't deal with well is about to happen, and I don't want to read it. I've been trying to read what happens after in hopes of reassuring myself that I can handle it. It's nothing horrible by most people's standards, just a public confrontation with accusations exchanged, in which the heroine may or may not be believed by people who matter to her.
I tried sleeping last night without a bra. I'm not sure it was a good idea, mainly because I can't tell if the additional discomfort I felt was because I had taken naproxen instead of hydrocodone or because I wasn't wearing a bra. I suspect that it's mostly the former, but I shouldn't have tried them both at once. It's just that I was coming off of 48 hours of wearing the most comfortable of the three bras I have, and I couldn't face putting on one of the less comfortable bras.
I'm trying to decide if I should be worried about the biopsy wound. It's not infected or anything. It's just that it's been six weeks, and I'd have expected it to be more healed than it is. It's still very heavily scabbed, looking to me as if it were a week or, at most, two old. But none of the doctors I saw on the 14th were at all concerned about it. They all said that everything was healing nicely. I go back in on the 1st, so I can ask then, but I worry-- What if they're expecting me to be more healed than I am? But surely they've done this thousands of times and know what to expect.
I couldn't get back to sleep after Scott got up at 5:00 this morning. I stayed in bed for about an hour and a half, hoping that I'd sleep again. I finally gave up and got up. I knew Cordelia wouldn't be pleased to see me, but I figured she could deal, and she did. She complained a little but not too much.
I'm debating whether or not I should apply for an absentee ballot. It's a fifteen minute walk, each way, to our polling place, and I'll be about three weeks into radiation when election day rolls around. It's entirely possible that walking that far will be beyond me then. It's also entirely possible that it won't. Sometimes, the Democrats call around to voters to see if they need rides, but I've only known them to do that in major election years. I could, maybe, take a cab, but that's expensive and hard for me to justify to myself. I think I have a good case to justify asking for an absentee ballot, but I worry that I'll get into trouble if I ask for one and it later turns out that I could have gotten to the polling place to vote. Then again, I don't think anybody actually checks every absentee ballot to make sure people weren't lying about needing one.
And I just finished researching the ballot. It doesn't matter if I vote or not. There's one thing on the ballot for us in November, and that's a city council race where the Democrat is running unopposed. There aren't any non-partisan races. There aren't any proposals or millages or anything like that. I'm inclined to think that getting an absentee ballot and then managing to turn it in would be a lot more trouble than it would be worth.
Now I want to know how stupid the Democratic fundraisers think I am. They just sent me an email saying that they need at least $100000 by the 30th in order to prevent a more conservative Republican from becoming the next Speaker of the House. Just how is money supposed to do that? It's 2015. The election this November isn't going to change the House in the least, so no money they raise can possibly keep a Republican from becoming the next Speaker. And I think they'd need a heck of a lot more than $100000 in bribes if they wanted to do it that way.
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Date: 2015-09-25 05:13 pm (UTC)Then again, it sounds like a kind of a non-issue. I envy you your simple ballots. -_-;;
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Date: 2015-09-25 05:28 pm (UTC)I have gotten absentee ballots in the past for major elections when I knew I couldn't face the crowds without melting down (also, our polling place has nowhere inside for more than about a dozen people to line up. My asthma means that standing for half an hour in the cold isn't safe, especially given that I no longer have a rescue inhaler because I can't use the only kind available). I'm not sure that severe agoraphobia fits under the sort of disability that they had in mind, but it's a big deal for me. Less so now that I have Ativan, but I didn't then.
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Date: 2015-09-25 06:37 pm (UTC)Honestly, I think you have a totally legit reason for getting one in any case.