More meds then someone’s grandma
Posted by Gypsy on Oct 26, 2005
As if I weren’t already on enough medication for my back, I went to the doctor yesterday for a follow-up and ended up with even more drugs.
The doc says there isn’t anything else that can be done for my back until I go to physical therapy. Unfortunately, I’m leaving for a class on Saturday and won’t be back until early December, so it’s going to have to wait until then.
But while I was there he noticed that I’m starting to have some acne on my chin. It’s nothing major, just a couple of average, everyday pimples, but now I’m on a twice a day pill and have two different face treatments to use everyday to get rid of it. Hasn’t the man every heard of Clearasil?
All this would be no big deal, but the pill makes me sick. Not just a little nauseas, but actual, bent over the toilet, puking up stomach acid because I haven’t eaten yet sick. Needless to say, I will not be taking anymore of that anytime soon.
Taking all this medicine doesn’t bother me too much as I know it will make me better, but I really wish it didn’t make my purse sound like it belongs to an AIDs patient. And I think my liver is dying. And for once it’s not just because of the alcohol.
More than meets the eye
Posted by Gypsy on Oct 20, 2005
Growing up a child of the 80s, my favorite cartoons included Voltron, Smurfs, Strawberry Shortcake, G.I. Joe and Transformers. Now in my twenties, one of my favorite movies continues to be Transformers: The Movie, a full length cartoon movie made in 1984.
So about a year ago I was surfing the Internet when I came across a Web site with the news that Dreamworks has optioned the rights to film a live action movie. Since then, I hadn’t really heard too much about it. Until yesterday, that is.
I’m in my bosses office talking about work stuff and he’s mentioning how busy he’s been lately. As a for instance, he mentions an email he’s received from a location scout who’s looking to film a movie here. My boss is telling me how he isn’t planning on replying because he doesn’t have time to deal with it. Then he tells me it’s the Transformers movie.
Well I freak out and go all fangirl on him. I’m trying to explain to him how excited I’ve been about this movie and how I can’t believe how cool it is they want to come out here and how I really think we should let the guy come out. I’m trying to explain how great this would be for our installation and what amazing publicity this would bring out organization and to make a long story short, I talked him into inviting the scout out and seriously consider doing what he can to make this happen.
And the best part - if they choose to come out here, I’m going to have the opportunity to play a huge role in helping them out. I can’t believe this is happening. This could very well be the highlight of my public affairs career. I’m so excited. Someone really needs to pinch me.
Holy shit, I’m still alive
Posted by Gypsy on Oct 18, 2005
My drive to work includes 34 miles on one of the most dangerous stretches of road in the state of California, if not the whole United States. We are talking 34 miles of road out to the middle of the desert. This road leads to only one place and last year there were 40 accidents and 28 injuries on it. It was the first year no one was killed on that road in eight years. The year before, six people from car accidents. On one 34-mile stretch.
One thing about this road is it wasn’t built very well, so when it rains, it floods in many different spots. And not just a little water on the road. More like six to twelve inches of water for about 50 feet.
So I’m driving in the morning at 5 a.m. and it’s raining a little, but not too bad since it’s been storming all night. It’s pitch dark outside and I can barely see anything because there are no streetlights on the road. For once, I’m actually going the speed limit, since I’m trying to keep an eye out for the flooding signs so I can slow down.
Well, I guess the military police and California Highway Patrol didn’t feel the need to check for flooding and post signs. One minute I’m driving down the road looking for water (just in case) when James, the guy I carpool with, yells “hey, watch out” just as my car starts to hydroplane. I twist the wheel, just hoping to stay on the road, but that sends me into three full revolutions through both lanes before my car finally comes to a stop on the side of the road.
Though the whole thing probably lasted about five seconds, it felt like forever. That feeling when I realized that I had no control of the car and anything about to happen was the scariest moment of my entire life. Thank God I leave for work extra early to beat the traffic. The outcome would’ve been a lot different if there were any oncoming traffic or even any traffic in my lane.
As it was, as soon as the car stopped I just started shaking, which led to crying and having to sit there a good ten minutes before I was able to start driving again. Luckily, there was no damage to myself, my passenger or my car. It’s constantly impressed upon everyone who works on post how dangerous that road is, but I never realized how dangerous until this morning.
I’m broken
Posted by Gypsy on Oct 15, 2005
About 18 months ago I received my first major running injury. While running on concrete, considered high impact, I jolted my hip, causing the socket to tilt forward. This makes my bones rub against each other which hurts pretty bad.
After some physical therapy, my hip was fixed and life was wonderful.
Until about six months ago when I woke up the day after a good long run in pain so bad I couldn’t even go back to sleep. I went to the doctor, who did what every military doctor does. He gave me some ibuprofen, told me not to run for a week or two and sent me on my merry way.
Of course, that didn’t do anything for me and about a week ago I was running and my knee started to hurt. It seems all the problems with my hip have caused me to subconsciously alter my gait, which is causing my knee problems.
Unable to deal with the pain anymore (and the heartburn caused by eating ibuprofen like candy) I went to the doctor yesterday. Within five minutes of me explaining what was wrong and showing him where I hurt, he knew exactly what was wrong. Where the hell was this guy two months ago when I started hurting again.
Now, I’m on two different pain killers for day (neither of which are ibuprofen), heartburn medication, arthritis medication (to reduce swelling in the joint) and Vicodan. And I get to see physical therapy again. Oh, and I can’t even work out. In fact, I’m on such light duty that the eight months pregnant girl in my office can do more.
It’s things like this that make me feel like I’m getting old.
