Mystery Lady, the punchline up front is there is no update. Contact again via phone is not likely so this is the fastest way.
There was a round of tag which wound up with a callback pending from Ms Kersa's nurse. Yesterday the nurse was apprised with details so she knows I'm not fuckin' around, I need to see a doctor so this is the tag team which comes until a connect. The same disclaimer applies as it's not their fault, they aren't adequately funded. Calling in the afternoon is almost pointless.
There's no need for a frothy, blathering rant which only results in a finger exercise for me and a drag for you. It's a bitch, is all we need.
Meanwhile, there's an open and shut bust on the ganja. It's definitely exacerbating the lung symptoms while being beneficial in others. There was a week or so with zero ganja so zero lung impacts and the situation was generally benign, relatively speaking since it wouldn't be benign at all for fully functional lungs.
On obtaining some ganja yesterday, there was increased general congestion almost immediately. There was no other variable so the case is closed. There was not previously such one-to-one evidence and I have suspected at least an allergy to it for some while. In this court, that's confirmed.
I do not suspect there is cancer since the family is not generally vulnerable and the two known situations were, I believe, environmental with a higher incidence of breast cancer around Boston for one and the obvious for skin cancer for me.
Beyond that is self-diagnosis and that's never a good idea. Just the facts, ma'am.
As to the ganja, there's no chance I will pitch it but further reducing consumption is required. My actual consumption is one or two toks at intervals which may go hours before any more of it sometimes more frequently. The 'more frequently' aspect is the part needing attention because the longer approach goes last.
The reason for scribes is I've been reluctant to believe ganja was such a problem source and there has been discussion of it here but there's no question of it now. For me, it's settled.
I know all of us are walking wounded and I'm not feeling sorry for myself. After this I will go back to watching an extended version of "Avatar" because the crazy gay aggressiveness of the Colonel cracks me up and that breaks to the most unbelievable beauty of Pandora and the exceptionally convincing play of Romeo and Juliet with space aliens with all the romance. They, thankfully, don't kill themselves because it would so, so twisted to play the sci fi pun with the 'star-crossed lovers' ... get it ... star-crossed ... get it? Heh heh, heh heh.
I'm glad he didn't do that and the movie was been criticized for turning it all into just another war game but there underlying beauty of Pandora and some type of mysterious communication which connects everything is exquisite to me.
Sure I'm bummed because I don't like this shit but it's not unmanageable and I guess y'all play it the same way. Maybe you don't get all military but it works out the same, 'I can hack it, I can hack it.'
There's an intermittent contact with a vet friend who's a long-time friend of Yevette and who's also in a wobbly wobbly state so in-between times as it drags longer the thinking becomes, whoa, I wonder if he's flat on his back. He just blew through the door and there's never an announcement so, whacko, he lives and breathes.
Life is an Impressionist painting ... but I'm not the one painting it. The canvas just appears and roll with it.
There was a round of tag which wound up with a callback pending from Ms Kersa's nurse. Yesterday the nurse was apprised with details so she knows I'm not fuckin' around, I need to see a doctor so this is the tag team which comes until a connect. The same disclaimer applies as it's not their fault, they aren't adequately funded. Calling in the afternoon is almost pointless.
There's no need for a frothy, blathering rant which only results in a finger exercise for me and a drag for you. It's a bitch, is all we need.
Meanwhile, there's an open and shut bust on the ganja. It's definitely exacerbating the lung symptoms while being beneficial in others. There was a week or so with zero ganja so zero lung impacts and the situation was generally benign, relatively speaking since it wouldn't be benign at all for fully functional lungs.
On obtaining some ganja yesterday, there was increased general congestion almost immediately. There was no other variable so the case is closed. There was not previously such one-to-one evidence and I have suspected at least an allergy to it for some while. In this court, that's confirmed.
I do not suspect there is cancer since the family is not generally vulnerable and the two known situations were, I believe, environmental with a higher incidence of breast cancer around Boston for one and the obvious for skin cancer for me.
Beyond that is self-diagnosis and that's never a good idea. Just the facts, ma'am.
As to the ganja, there's no chance I will pitch it but further reducing consumption is required. My actual consumption is one or two toks at intervals which may go hours before any more of it sometimes more frequently. The 'more frequently' aspect is the part needing attention because the longer approach goes last.
The reason for scribes is I've been reluctant to believe ganja was such a problem source and there has been discussion of it here but there's no question of it now. For me, it's settled.
I know all of us are walking wounded and I'm not feeling sorry for myself. After this I will go back to watching an extended version of "Avatar" because the crazy gay aggressiveness of the Colonel cracks me up and that breaks to the most unbelievable beauty of Pandora and the exceptionally convincing play of Romeo and Juliet with space aliens with all the romance. They, thankfully, don't kill themselves because it would so, so twisted to play the sci fi pun with the 'star-crossed lovers' ... get it ... star-crossed ... get it? Heh heh, heh heh.
I'm glad he didn't do that and the movie was been criticized for turning it all into just another war game but there underlying beauty of Pandora and some type of mysterious communication which connects everything is exquisite to me.
Sure I'm bummed because I don't like this shit but it's not unmanageable and I guess y'all play it the same way. Maybe you don't get all military but it works out the same, 'I can hack it, I can hack it.'
There's an intermittent contact with a vet friend who's a long-time friend of Yevette and who's also in a wobbly wobbly state so in-between times as it drags longer the thinking becomes, whoa, I wonder if he's flat on his back. He just blew through the door and there's never an announcement so, whacko, he lives and breathes.
Life is an Impressionist painting ... but I'm not the one painting it. The canvas just appears and roll with it.
2 comments:
Thanks for the post. Not an attempt to get all into your business, its just I could not get you all off my mind-especially Yvette. Much Love!
I'm not at all offended or feel you pry or so. No worries about that at all. It's such a hassle connecting but no need for play-by-play on that.
Much love back at you!
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