drpaisley: (cock)
On Saturday, NPulsifer hosted a wake for the Toe of Doom 2™. Beth, Barry, and Tanya came up with a wonderful menu (taquitoes, potatoe chips, proscuittoe, pigs in blankets, etc) and much fun was had.

Yesterday was The Toe's date with destiny, or something that smelled like it, at least.

I live-tweeted the procedure, and the saga is collected here.

There are pictures, but nothing graphic.

As of this morning, the half-toe is feeling fine. No particular pain so far.
drpaisley: (siegfried attacks!)
After three days of infusing, Toe of Doom™ II: This Time It's Tarsal looks much, much better. Better than it has in quite a while. It feels better than James Brown. How do you feel? I am still assuming that the Toecapitation will happen, but that 5% chance of it not being done the podiatrist gave me is still in play.

As for work, I talked to the boss about the holiday schedule, and barring a sudden influx of work, my last day will the the 24th, leaving four days to obsess about this and post crap here, there, and everywhere about it. This is far less of an issue than the triple bypass, but for that I had very little time to think about it (and I think they were slipping me some happy juice while I was in CICU all weekend). So this is how I deal with it, by overloading you, my tens of followers, with my thoughts, such as they are.

But it is the holiday season, and to kick off the countdown of the greatest songs of the Xmahannukwanzule, here is a classic.

drpaisley: (mickey)
The PICC line has been inserted, and antibioticals have been infused into my body. I didn't get the once a day pressurized bulb from last time, because it's much more expensive. Instead I have to run a syringe of saline through the line, then a syringe of antibiotics (Ancef, the label says), which has to be slowly injected over a five minute period (much better than the 15-20 minute requirement which has only recently been changed, according to my infusion nurse), then another saline, then heparin, three times a day, at least 7 hours apart.

I left the facility with a big bag o' drugs, and after some failed attempts at Xmas shopping, I got home, and went to put everything into the fridge, when I discovered I had been given a double set of heparin, but no saline. I have a call in to the nurse. I expect it will be dealt with tomorrow.

And then Dragonet texts me to say our insurance co has been trying to get a hold of me, and gives me a number and a PIN. I call, full of trepidation, to discover it's a fucking survey. Good timing, after you've spent several days telling me I can't have the treatment my doctor says I need.

So, off to bed, and work in the morning. Toe of Doom™ II is doing pretty well, though not undergoing a miracle cure. Yet.
drpaisley: (cock)
And the rollercoaster ride continues. I was all ready to get the PICC line installed this morning, but yesterday at 4.30p my contact for that called to say the insurance drones (yo, actual death panels, motherfuckers!) had denied it. No reason, but the one that immediately sprang to mind was that I had blown out my deductibles already this year, and they wanted their tithe.

So this morning I called my podiatrist's office to have them re-up the amoxycillin scrip, so I had something fighting the (not Scott) Staph infection until the Toecapitation. Then, about 2p, I got a call from my contact saying that the UnHumanans had decided I could have the PICC line after all. But not the preferred antibiotic to go in it, which is dispensed once a day. Noooooo, I have to do this three times a day, which means one infusion at work for this week and next.

In any event, I will be heading out to Lee's Summit tomorrow to get a tube run up my arm so liquid antibiotics can be dumped directly in my bloodstream on a thrice-daily basis. I do love the future. Insurance companies can die in a fire. Onward.
drpaisley: (balrog butt)
So that PICC line I was supposed to get tomorrow? Not happening. Denied by the insurance company. No reason given, just "uh-uh, nope, no way." I will spend most of my pre-work morning trying to get the info so I can appeal, but I have little hope of that doing any good.

Next step is to get an MRI approved, to make sure the infection is only in the first joint of Toe of Doom™ II. Who knows if that will fly. Also going to make sure the podiatrist has gotten clearance for the Toecapitation.

As far as I can tell, this is happening because I blew through all my deductibles already this year, and they want this put off until after the 1st so they can get some cash out of me. Well, joke's on them, I won't have any cash!

On the plus side, I did see the podiatrist today, and he said TOD II looks much better than it did a week ago, but he's still planning on surgery. Who the fuck knows what will happe, and when?

I really should have had this blow up in Toronto; at least it would have been dealt with without all the bullshit.
drpaisley: (balrog butt)
Toe of Doom™ 2: This Time It's Tarsal Update. Infection (basic staph, thankfully neither resistant nor Scott) has gotten into the bone. Apparently limited to the first joint of the toe, though an MRI is planned to make sure it hasn't spread. Was supposed to get a PICC line for IV antibiotics today, but the only thing grinding slower than the mills of the ghus is insurance co. bureauracy, so that will happen Tuesday.

Current plan is to have the Toecapitation© on the 29th, so as to not have to deal with new deductibles and such in the new year. It will be in-office, so I will be conscious, and plan on making mohel jokes throughout. There may be pictures taken, so beware.

Following that, it's roughly four weeks off from work (no pay, of course) whilst I heal. And during this time, my workplace is supposedly moving to a new location. Hoping they let me know where.

Oh, and someone tried to steal my car, again, tonight. Our neighbor happened to come outside and scared the clown off, but the driver's side mirror is dangling from its cables and the trim across the bottom of the window is dangling from the mirror mount. Joy to the fucking world.

And now back to the evening's drinking, already in progress.
drpaisley: (siegfried attacks!)
Welcome once again to Friday the 13th that comes on a Friday (©Pogo)! Ten days on antibiotics have brought Toe of Doom 2 back under control, though the damage to the digestion will last a bit longer, as usual.

As for my car, the $600-700 price tag replace the heater core, combined with the further corrosion of the right front wheel have led to the inevitable conclusion that I won't have a car of my own anytime soon. It'll go off to the knackers sometime this week.

In house-related news, our offer has been accepted, and Rohanna has been running around like crazy trying to get all the paperwork together for the loan company. Part of the rush has been the desire of the seller (Sisters of St. Joseph of C@rondelet) to get the property off their books by the end of the year, which involves cramming six weeks worth of activity into four or fewer. She and I had a talk Wed. night, and we have decided that if Baby Jesus doesn't get a check for Christmas, that's not our problem. Ro is much calmer now.

In other festive news, Dragonet has been going through training to prepare for the coming tax season for the last two weeks, and was informed yesterday that all of the seasonal employees are being furloughed as of today. No idea when she will be called back. Thanks so much. Have some non-holiday based music.


1) Poisoning the Well, Matthew Perryman Jones

2) Won't Get Fooled Again, The Who (Bridge Concert 1999)

3) Globe of Frogs, Robyn Hitchcock (2010-06-11 - The Drake)

4) Light Pollution, Delay Trees

5) Through My Sails, Soulsavers

6) Dreamer, Ry Cooder

7) Thief, The Ozone Quartet

8) What She's Done To Your Mind, Rain Parade

9) Three Ten Ten, The Last Round

10) More Money, Barry Reynolds


then


11) Morning Mr Magpie, Radiohead

12) Rogue Wave, The Madeira

13) Sunshine Blues, Bahamas


Tomorrow we go to the new place to measure rooms and start thinking about what goes where and how to make this madness work. Be nice if something would go right, just for a change.
drpaisley: (bacon)
1) The Toe of Doom™ is doing very well under the new antibiotic regime (doxycycline, to be specific). This is good.

2) We tried to get a new fridge at Nebraska Furniture Mart, only to find the credit line we thought we had no longer existed, thanks to our crappy credit ratings. A repairman was called, and the solution involved the compressor and about $175. Fridge is cooling as we speak. Contents will be reapportioned tomorrow.

3) Dragonet had Monday off for the holiday (this was not guaranteed, but her department had their workload well under control, so day off!) and decided to catch the laundry up. She put a mixed load of underwear in, and the washer filled, but didn't actually, y'know, wash. So she scooped the cold, wet load (very much not a euphemism) out and took it to the nice, reasonably new laundromat over on Main, which happens to be located on the former site of Ray's, one of the city's finest purveyors of adult literature, visuals and novelties for many, many years (the old coal-fired vibrators they carried in the early days are greatly prized by steampunks throughout the metro and beyond). Fortunately, a couple of hours of direct application of a space heater to the washer resulted in it unfreezing, and working properly. I pointed out to Dragonet that this site was in fact an ancient Native American porno mound, and only bad things could result (or reslut–sometimes typos are talking to you0.

4) Went out last night at 9.30, and spent an hour or so removing snow from the driveway and around the cars on the street. Got back up a 6a, and cleared the cars off with a broom (an advantage of the dry, fine powder we got this time), and shoveled out the mouth of the driveway where the plow had filled it in. Never been a big fan of winter; this one isn't changing my opinion. I mean, I do like watching a classic snowstorm, I just they could happen when it was 75˚ out and someone else would clean up afterwards.
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Actually, there isn't one, any more. The PICC line was removed Tuesday morning, and I am now on oral antibiotics to keep the Toe of Doom™ under control until such time as I can afford to take the time off for the Toecapitation™. In the meantime, here's some tunes.


1) The Step and the Walk, Duke Spirit

2) Pay Bo Diddley, David Lindley & Wally Ingram

3) Creeeping Around, Excepter

4) Down, Down, Down, Tom Waits

5) Orion, Rodrigo Y Gabriela

6) Half A Boy & Half A Man, Nick Lowe

7) Better at the End of the Day, Sarah Borges & the Broken Singles

8) The Intruders, Clingtone

9) The Late John Garfield Blues, Jeffrey Foucault

10) The Mercy Beat, The The (Live The The - Paris 1989)


moar?


11) Christmas With Satan, James White

12) Black Magic Blues, Olin & The Moon

13) All I Want, Waz


The big plans for the weekend revolve around the Chiefs' playoff game (and that's certainly not a phrase I would have been expecting to use at the start of the season). Can they beat the Ravens? Maybe. Should be an interesting game. And no matter who winds up in the Super Bowl, it won't be the Cowboys, so there is that.

I'm still getting used to the return to part-time hours. Spent most of Monday sleeping, which felt real good. But I need to use that off day to get stuff done around here. It's not like there isn't plenty to do.
drpaisley: (balrog butt)
I am back to working part time, four seven hour days a week. Can't say I'm surprised, given the lack of work the past couple of months, but I was kinda hoping we'd make it to the new year before this happened. Beats no work at all, I suppose.

In other updates, the Toe of Doom™ is maintaining, and I will be doing another two weeks of I.V. antibiotic infusions. Unfortunately, making less money does not make it easier for me to miss six weeks of work to recuperate from the Toecapitation, so we're just hoping to keep the infection from spreading. Although I have been researching interchangeable peglegs . . .

SMOFcon was fun, and I hope to have a more complete post on it up soon. And for all those wondering, the cooler with 12 bottles of the fine products of the Stone Brewing Co. made it home just fine. Nom nom.
drpaisley: (balrog butt)
The Toecapitation® has been put on hold for now. Not due to things getting better per se, but the fact that the podiatrist told me Tuesday that I would be recuperating for six weeks following the carrying out of the sentence, as in not working. Or getting paid. Which isn't an option at the best of times, and certainly not going into the holiday season.

So I will be on the super-duper-not-bothered-by-alcohol-consumption* antibiotic for at least six weeks (two down as of tomorrow). Dr Driks has generously offered to provide me with oral (not a euphemism, or an establishment of religion) antibiotics for the trip to San Jose for SMOFcon, so I don't have any reason to upset the fine minimum wage workers at the TSA Scope 'n' Grope emporium. Other than my "Touch My Junk and I'll Have You Arrested" t-shirt, boxers, thong, socks and tie, appearing soon on CafePress if there is any justice at all. Maybe I'll make some buttons.

In the meantime, another egg every day. And the Toe of Doom™ does seem slightly better. The hole in the front of the toe has healed up, and it only rarely hurts. Still swollen, and red/gray in color. At some point this will happen, but not for now. Ain't health care wonderful?

Oh, and I got the bill for the insertion of the PICC line today. $2900 and change. The ultrasound to see what they were doing cost almost as much as the surgery. Good thing I have insurance. Of course, if I didn't, I'd be out there with the hedge trimmers and the brulée torch.



*The only alcohol-related warning concerning Invanz I could find was the old "may make you drowsy, alcohol can exacerbate this" crap.
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Happy Birthday to Neil Young, who turns 65 today. Maybe some of his work will turn up in today's mix. Let's see, shall we?


1) City of New Orleans, Steve Goodman

2) Alone Again, Tok Tok Tok

3) Ugly Boy, The Cuties

4) What She Turned Into, Retribution Gospel Choir

5) Beautiful, Bill Frisell

6) The Nightfly, The Donald Fagen Band (03/13/06 Massey Hall, Toronto, Canada)

7) Faith, Hope And Charity; Fun Boy Three

8) Umbrella, Mechanical Bride

9) So Come Back, I Am Waiting; Okkervil River

10) The Search Within (Interlude), Sean Jones


and boom goes the dynamite:


11) Dirty Rain, Turnpike Glow

12) Your Racist Friend, TMBG

13) Sun King, Gomez


Got my paycheck yesterday, as per the usual schedule, but of course I coudln't do anything with it, thanks to the banks being closed. So ther will be extra running around added to getting everyone and everything out to the hotel for ConTraception. I will be heading there after work, and needing to party.

On other fronts, the Toe of Doom is on hold for the moment. I see the podiatrist Tuesday morning, and we'll see about getting the Toecapitation scheduled, ideally sooner rather than later. I would prefer to have some mobility for SMOFcon.

As for Marge, Rohanna's mom, she has had a couple of setbacks of late, and is back in the hospital. The immediate issue is being addressed, and she was feeling better last night.
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Spent most of the day at St. Luke's Lee's Summit to get my PICC (Peripherally Inserted Central Catheter) installed and the pre-surgical IV antibiotic regimen started. The installation went quickly and smoothly. I now have a length of tubing hanging out of my right arm and a piece of really clingy plastic wrap covering the entrance area.

Due to the speed with which all of this happened (I got seven phone calls Wed. to set all this up, followng my appt. with Dr. Driks Tues. afternoon), I got confused when two different people with the same name were brought into the conversation, so after my initial infusion with Invanz®, I was told by Sherri I could leave. So I did, and made the 30 minute drive home. I then started calling around to find out how the rest of the treatment was going to be handled, and discovered that I was supposed to go back to Dr. Driks' office to see the other Sherri there to set me up with all the stuff. So I drove back out there and got my supply of juice.

The antibiotic comes in a neat little egg-shaped dispenser with a built-in pump. I can hook it up and go on about my business without worrying about having to hang a bag and sit while it drips (not a euphemism). Pretty spiffy.

Once the labs get back, the docs will consult and we'll set a date for the Toecapitation.
drpaisley: (balrog butt)
Doooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooomed! Surprise, right?

Saw Dr. Driks, the infectious disease specialist, this afternoon. Things did not start off well when I got there and they had no record of my appointment, but the staff were very efficient and quickly got my records. Dr. Driks was very good: excellent manner, inquisitive, and straightforward. Asked a number of questions no one else had. At one point he asked if I had ever lived in tropical areas, ann added "That's related to leprosy."

I replied "No, and though I have been to Texas, I have never petted nor kissed an armadillo."

He looked at me in surprise and asked how I knew about that. I told him I had acquired a lot of random information over the years, and he seemed impressed.

In addition to the infection, he told me he thought I had peripheral neuropathy in my feet, and demonstrated by pinching nails on both feet, which I could barely feel. He will be talking to my doctor and the podiatrist to work out the details, but he thinks the best course of action is to go ahead and remove the first knuckle of the toe before the infection spreads. I'll have to have a pick inserted in my arm for antibiotics before and after the decapitation. Ideally this will happen after SMOFcon, as I would rather not have to go there on crutches and all that.
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1) Toe of Doom™: Hasn't gotten any better, so I saw the doc on the 6th. Because I Can Has Insuranz!!!!!, he took the extra time to give me a quick once over, including the ever-popular (amongst doctors, at least) Cough and Grope with a side of Roll Up Your Arm and Bend Over, along with standard blood tests and x-rays of the accursed (if not recursive) foot. Also got scrip for triple round of Augmentin. die, infection, die!

Blood work came back fine (no gout, diabetes or other things to make one drink more), but the x-rays seemed to show some damage to the toe bone, so Monday I had an MRI. Concensus: definite damage, possible bone infection. So Tuesday I see a podiatrist. they keep talking about "debriding." Now I'm not going to claim my marriage(s) is/are perfect, but this does seem a bit extreme. On the other hand, if they amputate, it will keep me out of the army.

Best news: foot started really hurting bad yesterday, and this afternoon called the doc for another scrip of Vicoprofen[1]. They called back at 5p to say they had called it in, and I was able to pick it up at Costco earlier this evening. Nom nom. And even better, two refills! I love my doctor.

2) Ro's computer: It gave her the BSOD last Saturday, and after multiple intercessions by her company IT dept, Obi-Karl Foss and others, it currrently resides at Best Buy, which happens to be an Asus warranty repair provider. Worst case, she might have to buy a copy of Windows 7 Home Premium, because including an install disk (as opposed to a recovery disk) with a brand new computer doesn't happen with PCs. WTF?

Interesting data point: Ro brought her work laptop home to check email, etc, and after plugging in her monitor, wireless keyboard/mouse dongle and a router, it BSOD'd. Is there a USB-centric virus/trojan out there anyone has heard of?

3) My keyboard/mouse: still with the same crap. Must unplug the mouse every 3-5 minutes to keep it actually working. Almost ready to re-install Tiger and see what happens (see, MAcs come with the full operating system on a disk for such situations. This really should have been a "Mac/PC" commercial).

UPDATE OF NO IMPORTANCE: The "Noises in My Head" entry was supposed to read: Nom Nom Nom Bow Wow Wow, I Want Candy. Apparently using code in the details is not allowed. Bah and humbug.

But the point remains: Myant Myant Aye = nom nom.


[1] Like vicodin, but with ibuprofen rather than that evil acetomeinaphen, and 50% more vico!
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I woke up yesterday, and my foot was just killing me. Two vicoprofen got it down to a dull roar, but I decided to take it easy and stay home. Went back to bed, slept until noon, minimized going up and down stairs, and today it still swelled up like a swollen thing that swells a lot (not a euphemism), but it's not hurting, so a win overall. And now, on to the music.


1) Take Me Out (KCRW), Franz Ferdinand

2) No Children, Mountain Goats (2008-11-09, Webster Hall, New York)

3) Brother Bird, Franklin for Short

4) The Word Girl (Flesh & Blood), Scritti Politti

5) It's About That Time/The Theme, Miles Davis (Fillmore East-March, 6 1970 (Late Show))

6) Piss Aaron, Todd Rundgren

7) Time, Society of Rockets

8) Punx Not Dead...It's Just Sleeping, Yesterday's Ring

9) Tempted, Richard Thompson

10) Heaven, Talking Heads (Saratoga :: 1983-08-05)


Play it all night long


11) Cries of the Dead, Chad VanGaalen

12) Piece Of Mind, World Party

13) I Feel Out Of Control, elbarto&liamb


And off to work. Quiet weekend ahead, which will give me time to finish filling out my Hugo ballot.

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