I Feel Fine but You're a bit Screwy
Mood:  vegas lucky
Topic: Regular programming.
Turns out, I was really up shit creek last week. The day after my last post I rushed to the ER since my HG count was 45...the tank was half full, as it were, and it's a miracle that the lights didn't get shut off. 4 days in the hospital having an emergency blood transfusion made things better. I must be crazy, I don't mind hospital food. What I do mind is when professionals withhold information, like, when I'm going to eat again. I made some of the nurses nervous because I grew visibly angry at having my questions ignored and even one of the doctors didn't seem to understand why I wanted out so bad. He'd tried to keep me there a bit longer, almost trying to entice me with a scan. I told him he shoulda thought of that the day before and set something up. No, I'm not like most patients; I behave more like a hotel guest, and a largely irate one at that. It's what I do to make the experience less frightening.

The fucked-up thing about being ill or sick...and honestly, I don't know which expression is worse...is the way people treat you, as if your brain has gone to seed as well. They think it's their right to lecture you on various health topics and pester you for updates. *slaps forehead* Of course, it's all in the name of caring but that doesn't make the behaviour any more acceptable. There's another tactic in which the "well" person decides to rebuke and chastise the ill person for some crime, like procrastination [demanding a timeline of your activities/thoughts to prove you weren't being weird and letting yourself nearly die on purpose], deliberately putting yourself in medical jeopardy [because I enjoy being in hospital, right?]. I think I'll stick to fixing their computer if it's all the same.

The only way to ward off unsolicited advice [how patronising is that? As if you haven't thought about what's happened to you, as if you weren't even there.] and the "I want to call you every day" creepiness. Here's the rule of thumb: ask yourself if the action seems like something the unwell person would welcome in real life and if the answer is "no," then back off. It's really that simple, and don't bother feeling offended because the unwell person won't let you have your way. Surprise! It's not about you. I'm only a teeny bit sorry for having to write any of this in my blog but I'm attempting to knock some proactive sense into some people without making them feel too awful and maybe preventing more of the same. Just get over feeling offended/embarrassed because, again, it's not about you.

At least the geniuses at work have stopped calling to see "if [I] knew [I] had a shift tonight." You'd have thought when I called them in the middle of December to say that I'm sick and not coming in, please delete me from the schedule, that'd be enough. Um, no. I think it's because the twits at Zargon didn't believe me and nobody seems to be owning up to that. I even have my doubts about the woman from HR, who despite being friendly and nice doesn't think there's anything wrong with working conditions in the saltmine/mailroom. Again, I might as well have been talking to myself.

This afternoon's field trip will be to --> Value Village.