Ow. My teeth.
I've been in and out of various hospitals since about May 11th. Hypercalcemia turned into a huge deal when I demonstrated some kind of allergy to imipramine, the painkiller the kindly Doc Daneeka put me on for the stupid arthritis. This, in addition to the ridiculous amounts of heavy metal floating around in my bloodstream, is a recipe for heavy metal poisoning. Ever been on dialysis? I don't recommend it.
Luckily, my parents gave me free access to the trust they put money into for Maintenance. I'm in the land of OHIP right now, but it doesn't cover certain cycling drugs that make my pharmacist pretty excited. Haven't been able to make it to the regular job. They know something is up, health-wise, but I can't bring myself to explain it. I've always found it intensely embarrassing that, occasionally, my skeletal system implodes. I can't even bear the thought of telling my parents what's happening, even though they live blocks away.
Then J showed up.
I guess she's been bored for the last few weeks in New York. Or maybe she just missed me. But she showed up semi-unannounced at my door at 8:00p.m last Thursday, and I came home to her reading David Sedaris on my fire escape. She came in, noticed the various medical accoutrements in the studio, and has become a permanent fixture. She can't drive, but she waited for hours this weekend to help me home in a taxi after I had some minor surgery. She fell asleep curled up at my back on the futon in the sunny corner, and I can't ever express my gratitude in appropriate amounts. She's encouraged me to do freelance preservation work, even though I can't handle leaving the apartment regularly. And she's agreed to be my parental liaison officer later this week when I finally break the news. Mostly it's just important to wake up in the morning and feel like some small part of the home I made for myself last year is stable, in my life, right now. And that it's already made coffee.
I think the major problem, right now, is how I deal with a huge crush on someone who regularly sees my scrawny ass naked on a medical slab.
I've been in and out of various hospitals since about May 11th. Hypercalcemia turned into a huge deal when I demonstrated some kind of allergy to imipramine, the painkiller the kindly Doc Daneeka put me on for the stupid arthritis. This, in addition to the ridiculous amounts of heavy metal floating around in my bloodstream, is a recipe for heavy metal poisoning. Ever been on dialysis? I don't recommend it.
Luckily, my parents gave me free access to the trust they put money into for Maintenance. I'm in the land of OHIP right now, but it doesn't cover certain cycling drugs that make my pharmacist pretty excited. Haven't been able to make it to the regular job. They know something is up, health-wise, but I can't bring myself to explain it. I've always found it intensely embarrassing that, occasionally, my skeletal system implodes. I can't even bear the thought of telling my parents what's happening, even though they live blocks away.
Then J showed up.
I guess she's been bored for the last few weeks in New York. Or maybe she just missed me. But she showed up semi-unannounced at my door at 8:00p.m last Thursday, and I came home to her reading David Sedaris on my fire escape. She came in, noticed the various medical accoutrements in the studio, and has become a permanent fixture. She can't drive, but she waited for hours this weekend to help me home in a taxi after I had some minor surgery. She fell asleep curled up at my back on the futon in the sunny corner, and I can't ever express my gratitude in appropriate amounts. She's encouraged me to do freelance preservation work, even though I can't handle leaving the apartment regularly. And she's agreed to be my parental liaison officer later this week when I finally break the news. Mostly it's just important to wake up in the morning and feel like some small part of the home I made for myself last year is stable, in my life, right now. And that it's already made coffee.
I think the major problem, right now, is how I deal with a huge crush on someone who regularly sees my scrawny ass naked on a medical slab.