Sorry, I didn't hear you...
Sorry, I didn't hear you...
Can't believe it's already September. Turning the corner into the last lap before New Year. I used to try to get stuff done on a daily basis. When that proved impossible, it became a weekly basis. Now it seems like if I can get a couple things done a month, it's a major accomplishment.
I took Irene to an ENT doctor the day of the typhoon. She was coughing and feeling pretty bad. She asked me if I wanted to check out my ear as well (I feel like I've been losing some hearing in my right ear), so I asked the doctor about it. He probed, scraped, then started asking me a bunch of non ear related questions. Most of them I answered with a yes. Then he asked me to stand on a scale like device which was some sort of balancing machine reader.
"Hmmm, 2.85..."
Then he spun a gigantic striped prayer wheel type thing, and had me follow the stripes to the left and to the right.
"Hmmm..."
He spent 5 minutes with Irene, who is visible ill, but like 20 minutes on me.
"Ok, doctor, so what the hell is going on?"
"So you sometimes wake up in the morning, and can't make a fist. Like your hands are stiff?"
"Yup."
"And you have a lot of tension in your neck and shoulder areas, sometimes causing headaches?"
"Yup."
"And you sometimes feel a little dizzy?"
"Yup."
"And your back hurts?"
"Yup"
"And your feet are sore when you wake up?"
"Yup."
"And you forget things?"
"Yup."
I'm thinking, gee, I work all the time, standing on my feet until 3 or 4 in the morning, dealing with constant stress, in a smoke filled environment, with loud music, and don't get enough sleep, and I've always forgotten things, so all this is all pretty normal...
"It appears you suffer from restricted blood flow to your cerebellum."
"What?!"
"The veins in your neck may be constricted, resulting in a lack of blood flow to your cerebellum, causing your slight hearing loss, and these other issues."
"And you have tonsilitis."
"What?"
"And you have chronic allergies."
"Yeah, that I know."
He said "cerebellum" twice. That definitely gets your attention. Then he prescribes the meds. I take the first two days, and each dose makes me feel like a triple scotch on the rocks. Ok for the evening, but not so great at 10am.
So I'm off the meds until I get a second opinion and maybe take my cat in to get scanned.
I've never figured out whether it's pronounced "Moe's (like owned by one of three stooges) or Moss (like that guy out of Bonanza), but the one down the hill from me is open until 2am most days, which means that if I get out of the club early enough, I can catch the best burger in town, the muo si la bao or the Spicy Mos Burger. They have lots of jalapenos and 
