Just My Luck

So, my stepson is running a 104.3° temperature, probably the same illness that ran through the household over the past 2 weeks. I know this nasty little fucker of a bug, because it kicked my ass the length and breadth of Christendom.

It presented as a really ugly little chest/head cold, and while everyone else moved on from there, I was so fortunate as to develop a sinus infection so voluminous that it filled one ear. For the past week, I have have not been able to use the Bi-PAP machine for my sleep apnea, as my … There’s more of this shit. Click here.

Not The Laurence Fishburne Version

It’s quarter to four in the morning, and my body has tipped over the insomnia waterfall, ready to plunge into the weird, waking world of the sleep deprived.

Noelle took the brunt of the day shift, so it was left to me to see Gabe off to sleep. After the meningitis scare, we are extra twitchy about his every ache and sniffle. We try not to let it show. But when I ran out to collect Gabe from school Wednesday afternoon, his stomach was painful and sour, and his head ached. This is how it began last … There’s more of this shit. Click here.

…And In Health (Part Two)

As detailed in my previous post, Gabe has been hospitalized with a rather nasty and heretofore unknown illness.

The first doctor we (in this case, my wife, as I drew Samara-watching duty) encountered was the sort of medical “professional” I’ve come to know and love. Blithely dismissing Gabe’s many complaints – particularly that of pain – he gave our boy a cursory pat down and insisted that a simple IV of fluids would do the trick. The problem, you see, was dehydration, he seemed to believe, no testing or labs necessary; give him some fluids and he’ll … There’s more of this shit. Click here.

In Sickness…. (Part One)

It began with a cough, and went downhill from there.

We didn’t worry overmuch when Gabe started coughing. After all, it was the beginning of the school year, and illness spreads like wildfire in the first few weeks. A cold or flu was not unexpected, and those expectations were realized when a short-term flu ran through our house, with Samara the principle recipient. In a six-hour span, she was in the bathroom no less than fifteen times. But as quickly as it had come, it vanished.

Gabe continued to cough. We began to worry. … There’s more of this shit. Click here.

With Crocodile Tears And A Pocketful Of Tissues

Pardon my harping on the subject, but, oh, how the profiteers of our symptom-treatment-for-blood-money wail at the prospect of a so-called “public option”.

The Lewin Group, cited beyond reason and out of context by the henchmen of the opposing industries, is a wholly owned arm of the private insurance engine.

And right now, that arm is flailing madly, trying to distract the public from what everyone knows and has known for a long time now: that despite unprecedented (in scale) attempts by private insurance companies and pharma giants to indoctrinate the public with … There’s more of this shit. Click here.