Self-explanatory post title.
Secondary lymph-fucking-edema. It's the vile thing that keeps on giving, because of breast cancer surgery. Uncontrollable and un-triggered random arm swelling, pain, numbness, severe surgery caused nerve damage, and neuropathy from chemo are all constant in any combination or at any given time, although the chemo induced neuropathy seems to affect my feet worse than my arms. I have sleeves I wear, which do help with some of it and then Streak (the neighbor) has kinesio taped me for it just so we could see if that would actually help or not. The first time she taped my arms, the swelling in both arms went down by an inch in each arm in twelve hours. The compression sleeves are medical grade and supportive, but the kinesio taping flat out stops the pain, so I really like being taped, although I can't wear the tape constantly. And I refuse to eat painkillers for this shit, so constant pain is something I have to live with, unfortunately. I also have two sports grade compression shirts I wear which do help somewhat, as do the sleeves, which are something different. The kinesio taping seems to help the most, though. I'm debating on informing the consult person who will be taking notes on me ahead of my surgery that I will be taped for my comfort and that said tape better not be fucking removed. It's for my comfort.
Breast cancer wrecked my life, my health, my emotions, and my thought processes. I cannot ever say enough shitty things about it or the fact that in thirty years, there's not a cure for any of it. I don't care who you are or what you were diagnosed with, what was done to you to "cure" you and what is done to "monitor" you are all things that have more than sufficient health risks so that anything questionable that happens to your health now, you better wonder about how/why it happened. After all, money can't be made "fighting" breast cancer (or any other kind) if there is any "success" with "curing" it.
Did I mention this little gem? http://www.digitaljournal.com/article/257008 Because, you know, zero "medicinal" value, right? It's the closest possible thing there could be for a cure and yet it seems like damn near everything possible is done to keep it away from people.
Evidently, the HER2+ breast cancer I was diagnosed with back in 2011 was inexplicable, and so is this aneurysm. I know what's going to happen. I'll be taking this blood thinner for the six months I was told I'd need to take it because of this stent and coiling aneurysm fix. Fine. I'm willing to bet there will be another reason "found" that I'll suddenly "need" to remain on it. The blood pressure medication, I get it. Blood pressure issues aren't generally reversible. The aneurysm fix is supposedly a "fix it and forget it" option. We'll see how that goes.
On to the cats.
Apparently, The Fat One (Sweetie) cat only drools when she purrs. Why this is, I do not know.
The Fat One (because Sweetie is fuzzy and looks fat even though she's really not fat) and The Smooky One (because Boo is all black and "spooky looking, hence the Smooky word) are what the darlings across the street who belong to Streak and Mr. Streak. (They, (Streak and her family) happen to have a dog named Sparkle who I dog sit for on occasion.))
The Smooky One (Boo) can purr, does purr on occasion, but he doesn't realize he's supposed to do this very often because he is too busy chasing balls around.
Sweetie is also called The Fuzzy Manatee by the males of the family. I've taken to calling Boo by the name Goblin Cat since he likes to reach under doors like a goblin would.
Good news is, ground breaking on the house build is slightly less than a month from now. (No, I haven't posted about that. I wanted to wait until I knew things would be lined out and closer to ground breaking before I said anything.
Bad news is hospitals are for sick people and I am not sick, but I have won a not all expense paid stainless steel stent, multiple platinum coil repair to a stupid aneurysm in my neck Wednesday morning. Supposedly this is the fix it and forget it version of repair. The worst news is, I am going to be stuck in ICU at the pleasure of my doctor and however long he decides I should remain in there. I will likely go batshit crazy. No phone allowed, no laptop, and likely no internet access. I am wondering if he will take peanut butter cookies as a bribe to let me come home.
Secondary lymph-fucking-edema. It's the vile thing that keeps on giving, because of breast cancer surgery. Uncontrollable and un-triggered random arm swelling, pain, numbness, severe surgery caused nerve damage, and neuropathy from chemo are all constant in any combination or at any given time, although the chemo induced neuropathy seems to affect my feet worse than my arms. I have sleeves I wear, which do help with some of it and then Streak (the neighbor) has kinesio taped me for it just so we could see if that would actually help or not. The first time she taped my arms, the swelling in both arms went down by an inch in each arm in twelve hours. The compression sleeves are medical grade and supportive, but the kinesio taping flat out stops the pain, so I really like being taped, although I can't wear the tape constantly. And I refuse to eat painkillers for this shit, so constant pain is something I have to live with, unfortunately. I also have two sports grade compression shirts I wear which do help somewhat, as do the sleeves, which are something different. The kinesio taping seems to help the most, though. I'm debating on informing the consult person who will be taking notes on me ahead of my surgery that I will be taped for my comfort and that said tape better not be fucking removed. It's for my comfort.
Breast cancer wrecked my life, my health, my emotions, and my thought processes. I cannot ever say enough shitty things about it or the fact that in thirty years, there's not a cure for any of it. I don't care who you are or what you were diagnosed with, what was done to you to "cure" you and what is done to "monitor" you are all things that have more than sufficient health risks so that anything questionable that happens to your health now, you better wonder about how/why it happened. After all, money can't be made "fighting" breast cancer (or any other kind) if there is any "success" with "curing" it.
Did I mention this little gem? http://www.digitaljournal.com/article/257008 Because, you know, zero "medicinal" value, right? It's the closest possible thing there could be for a cure and yet it seems like damn near everything possible is done to keep it away from people.
Evidently, the HER2+ breast cancer I was diagnosed with back in 2011 was inexplicable, and so is this aneurysm. I know what's going to happen. I'll be taking this blood thinner for the six months I was told I'd need to take it because of this stent and coiling aneurysm fix. Fine. I'm willing to bet there will be another reason "found" that I'll suddenly "need" to remain on it. The blood pressure medication, I get it. Blood pressure issues aren't generally reversible. The aneurysm fix is supposedly a "fix it and forget it" option. We'll see how that goes.
On to the cats.
Apparently, The Fat One (Sweetie) cat only drools when she purrs. Why this is, I do not know.
The Fat One (because Sweetie is fuzzy and looks fat even though she's really not fat) and The Smooky One (because Boo is all black and "spooky looking, hence the Smooky word) are what the darlings across the street who belong to Streak and Mr. Streak. (They, (Streak and her family) happen to have a dog named Sparkle who I dog sit for on occasion.))
The Smooky One (Boo) can purr, does purr on occasion, but he doesn't realize he's supposed to do this very often because he is too busy chasing balls around.
Sweetie is also called The Fuzzy Manatee by the males of the family. I've taken to calling Boo by the name Goblin Cat since he likes to reach under doors like a goblin would.
Good news is, ground breaking on the house build is slightly less than a month from now. (No, I haven't posted about that. I wanted to wait until I knew things would be lined out and closer to ground breaking before I said anything.
Bad news is hospitals are for sick people and I am not sick, but I have won a not all expense paid stainless steel stent, multiple platinum coil repair to a stupid aneurysm in my neck Wednesday morning. Supposedly this is the fix it and forget it version of repair. The worst news is, I am going to be stuck in ICU at the pleasure of my doctor and however long he decides I should remain in there. I will likely go batshit crazy. No phone allowed, no laptop, and likely no internet access. I am wondering if he will take peanut butter cookies as a bribe to let me come home.
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