Friday, March 09, 2007

The Power Of The Remote Blog

Guess what? To the untrained eye, me sitting here at my desk typing an e-mail actually looks like work! How sweet is this? Well, to answer my own question with an answer, I'd have to say "stupid mad sweet". That's really sweet.

So I'm now on a $100 corticosteroid puffer for what may be whooping cough (strangely, one of my employers, Bud, just got over this.... STUNNING COINCIDENCE!), as well as new-and-improved corticosteroid lotion for WHATEVER THE FUCK is on my arms.  If they call it "dermatitis" one more time, I'm gonna smack someone.  The best part, though, is although my physician still doesn't really believe I'm having seizures (since the referral form has quotes around the words "seizures", "typical", "low on sleep" and "thinks"... oi), he has finally referred me to a neurologist who actually specialises in epilepsy! My last neurologist had a 12 month waiting period... this new one? SEVEN WEEKS!  Yayyy!

I know, Throkky is keen to point out that they won't be able to do anything, and Grimsby is quick to point out that his are way worse than mine, but call me crazy (and some do), but I'd like to get some answers for once in my life.  I can't remember names or nouns with startling frequency now, my sleep is getting worse and worse, my stuttering is on the rise again, and I have various eye tics and twitches that are beginning to really annoy me, as well as nervous paper-shredding habits which a waitress at the pub pointed out a few weeks ago, after I had destroyed every single napkin without noticing. The doctor may not be able to help, and my seizures may not be as bad as other peoples, but guess what.... it's my brain, and I'm scared.

Ok, back to work.  Everytime I start typing, one of our drafters (who had been fired, but since no-one told him, he came back to work and now still gets paid, and strangely enough, I can't remember the name of the guy from Office Space in the same situation), gets up and walks over and STARES AT MY FREAKING SCREEN.  Buddy, when you've been here for two whole weeks without mysteriously vanishing for five days at a time, you can make comments about how I spend my time at work.

Song AND Video Of The Day: Buckcherry - Anything


Sarah K. said...


lostdwarf said...

Whoa, good memory sarah k. I was just going to call him Red Stapler Man.

And CREEPY! I hate it when people stand behind me and look at my screen. It makes me want to violently shove my chair backwards, run their asses over and then say, "oops, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were there."

GVs with the neurologist, hopefully you'll get some answers. What a dick your doctor is. What? Are seizures status symbols in his world?

Mighty Jalapeno said...

I realized it was Milton a few hours later, but thanks :) I knew it was an "M" name, and I couldn't find the right one. Categorical memory storage, you see.... the guy who plays Q on Star Trek? For the longest time, I would forget his name, but I knew it was French... it was de Lancie, btw.

Well, he's the second doctor to think that I was faking it. My first doctor, Doctor Wilson, when I came in with some printouts I'd gotten off the (then new) Internet, and some photocopies from books at the library, and explained how my seizures were very similar to what these described, he said, without even getting out of his chair or looking at what I brought, "You aren't having seizures".

Great medical diagnosis, House.

Anonymous said...

Good to hear that my replacements are less reliable than myself

Mighty Jalapeno said...

Bluh? Replacements? Who be you?