Vanashe DJ's blog: "Life"

So, I went and saw a different doctor yesterday, and feeling MUCH better about this one. After twenty minutes of questions and actually listening to everything I had to say she wrote me a prescription for a migraine blocker and a some darvocet to get me by until the blocker's had a chance to build up in my bloodstream, and she wants me to come back in today for some bloodwork to try and suss out why my blood sugar keeps crashing. Yay! Only weird thing is, I started the migraine blocker last night and now I can't taste anything. I'm sipping a latte right now and I'm telling ya, I can feel the warmth from the drink and the texture of the froth on my tongue, but I can't taste it. It's probably temporary though, so not freaking out unless it lasts more than a few days. :P

Peace, love, and automobiles,

Vanashe the Tasteless

So, for those of you who are unaware, I've been suffering from chronic headaches for the roughly the past year and a half, but in the past 6 months they've been truly horrible, and they're only getting worse. Naturally, I did what most men would do when faced with such a serious medical problem. I ignored it and hoped it would go away. But eventually I realized I had no choice in the matter and requisitioned a pair of testicles and called up Austin Regional clinic and made an appointment.

Not being one who goes to the doctor often and having only lived here for 6 months, I didn't have a regular primary care physician, nor did I request any specific physician by name when I made my appointment, so I got saddled with whichever one had an opening that morning. Needless to say, I was not pleased with the results.

Let me start out by saying that I waited in the exam room for twenty minutes, then the doctor walked in and was done with me in five. She asked me a few questions about my headaches, such as how often I get them and what other symptoms I'm experiencing, so I told her everything. See, the problem is that there are many different possible causes of extreme headaches from sinus pressure to blood pressure to poor eyesight to any number of psychological conditions such as depression, and I unfortunately fit the bill for most of them. I suffer from horrible allergies (those of you following along at home can mark a check next to sinus pressure), I have a lazy eye and haven't seen an eye doctor for the better part of ten years (check poor vision), and I've had psychological problems before including depression (check psych). I've also had a gastric bypass which severely screws with my body chemistry and causes fluctuations in my blood sugar levels. So I told all this to the pretty young pregnant doctor and her response was to recommend that I set up appointments with an opthamalogist, a nutritionist, and a psychologist, and meanwhile she was going to write me a script for some migraine medication for me to try out. Now, it seemed like she was covering all her bases here, but I was a little skeptical of the fact that she didn't draw any blood or even ask for a urine sample. No tests at all, just try out some "migraine medication" (which she didn't mention the name of) and tell me to go see a bunch of other doctors.

Nevertheless, later that day I went down to my local CVS to pick up my "migraine medication" and came to a very nasty surprise. My "migraine medication" was nothing more than CVS brand over-the-counter tylenol. Literally, all they did was grabbed a package off of one of their shelves and poured it into a perscription bottle. Did my doctor think I wouldn't notice? Did she miss the part where I told her that I was already taking more than the daily limit for over-the-counter medication? At this point it suddenly became very clear to me why she hadn't ordered any tests, why I was out of there so quickly, and why she was just telling me to go see other doctors and come back for a follow up in two weeks.

Let's review, shall we? I walk into her office as a new patient, someone she's never met before, and I give her a laundry list of symptoms, and I'm asking for pain relievers. There's only two logical explanations at this point. Either she thinks I'm a hypochondriac or I'm a drug addict trying to score some vicodin, darvocet, or maybe some other narcotic. Honestly, I'm not sure which is worse, or more insulting.

I'll not smear her name all over the internet, however. I'm sure it was an honest mistake. All the same, I'm getting my self a second fucking opinion.

kthxbai,

Vanashe the Peeved

  I'm really starting to hate girls who like to tease because they think it's funny to make guys frustrated. I'm talking about the self-absorbed "I'm hot, the world should worship me" types. You know the ones. They're the ones you want to slap with a two by four and just keep at it until they learn how to act like a human being for two seconds and actually care about someone besides themselves and their own pathetic little vain existence.

  They bitch and moan and try to act like life's so unfair because they feel so unloved, but the truth is they'd rather have twenty guys drooling over them from afar than actually be in a serious relationship with anyone. They'll never love anyone else because they're too damned in love with themselves.

  Maybe I'm just whining. Maybe I'm just venting. But some chicks need to grow the fuck up. Life doesn't buy you a goddamed Porsche for your sweet 16. It tosses you the sledgehammer the second you step foot outside of your parent's mansion. So you can either catch it and learn what hard work really means, or get hit in the face.

When will this end? Every day I go through the motions, an actor in someone else's life. Then I stop off the stage and my entire world falls apart. I stumble, I fall, and I shatter, broken pieces of me scattered for everyone to see.

But they don't do they?