Posted by Probablepossible on Feb 8, 2010 in
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- I wore a binder Friday night, Saturday, Sunday. It was a very different sensation. And one way in which it was different was in the way the squeeze kept me aware of my body. My back muscles and traps fought against the restraint, in a low-key and continuous way. I woke up actually sore Sunday morning, as if I’d over-exercised– felt great.
- On the other hand, pulling the thing on and off is torture.
- And, with my tits flattened, I feel distressingly pear-shaped. Pot-belly, thunder thighs. other people don;t agree with me, but everyone agrees that some walking would not hurt me too badly
- My mom called me, about 10 or 11 PM Saturday night to say that dad had been vomiting for twelve hours and could i take them to the hospital. Because that’s how long you wait, before you call for help when you are my parents. Grr. I gave them a lecture on that point. And i sat in ER till 3:00AM while the doctors ran an anti-nausea thing they use for CHEMO patients, through a drip because he couldn’t keep a pill in his stomach long enough for it to work, and diagnosed a bad reaction to the combo of pain meds– probably codeine– and antibiotics– probably Ampicillin– that a dentist had given him after a root canal, none of which I had been told about for fuck sake. They got him stable enough to eat a turkey sandwich and dismissed him with a prescription for two pills, at seven buck apiece. Who knew?
- While waiting, I watched normal TV for the first time in dog’s years. I watched Oprah Winfrey talking to CEOs who had gone out to work the line with regualar employees and had learned the secrets of happiness. I watched…. my very first ever episodes of Grays Anatomy (an Xmas re-run) and Boston Legal (Candace Bergen represents a gay Army general) and i would watch both shows again, if I were stuck in a room with a TV. The binder helped keep me awake, I think.
- Ummm… more later, I guess.
Don’t know if it will help you feel any better, but in many big city ERs, your poor dad would probably be waiting for 12 hours anyway…
Strange thing, I’ve been hearing a fair number of stories about parents just not bringing things up until something really blows up.
I really do not mind waiting in ER as much as I mind them not calling for help for so long. On my to-do list; holler at the old folks.
Don’t know if it will help you feel any better, but in many big city ERs, your poor dad would probably be waiting for 12 hours anyway…
Strange thing, I’ve been hearing a fair number of stories about parents just not bringing things up until something really blows up.
I really do not mind waiting in ER as much as I mind them not calling for help for so long. On my to-do list; holler at the old folks.
Our elder family folk are fortunately pretty good about going to the doc when they need to, but my parents are really bad about keeping us in the loop. “Hey, mom, what’s the bandage on your leg?” “oh, that was some cancer that they had to cut out. Now I have these staples and they itch. [complains about itchy staples]” “CANCER?” “Oh, it’s the good kind of cancer, it doesn’t go into the bone or anything. Nothing to worry about.”
Our elder family folk are fortunately pretty good about going to the doc when they need to, but my parents are really bad about keeping us in the loop. “Hey, mom, what’s the bandage on your leg?” “oh, that was some cancer that they had to cut out. Now I have these staples and they itch. [complains about itchy staples]” “CANCER?” “Oh, it’s the good kind of cancer, it doesn’t go into the bone or anything. Nothing to worry about.”
Delighted to hear about binders success! And I’ve seen the ER thing from the other side, so I feel your pain on the “WHY DID YOU WAIT SO LONG?!?!” front. ^_^;;
Delighted to hear about binders success! And I’ve seen the ER thing from the other side, so I feel your pain on the “WHY DID YOU WAIT SO LONG?!?!” front. ^_^;;