Noticeable Improvement!

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I was told- to my face- without any alternative tests being done, that all my results were bogus and that I could not possibly have brucellas abortus or Salmonella.


Why? 

Because. I. didn’t. look. sick. 

I didn’t have a fever. 

So what if my spleen was enlarged and my left kidney showed signs of infection, eh? That’s clearly nothing concerning.


Well, after TWENTY ONE days of antibiotic treatment- prescribed by a real infectologist (internist) who wasn’t inconvenienced by a patient seeking help- I finally feel like a functional person. 


So….

Why be an ass?

Why go there? 

Because every time I think on that occasion, I curse the man. And yeah, it was a man. Weeks of already trying to disprove this that and the other had already passed and was still in no way better.  I almost cried in his office. I wasn’t about to fight with a man who didn’t even want to hear out my case as soon as I sat down.

I mean, I’m sorry for holding you up on a Friday evening, I guess. I can only assume that you must have shots of tequila lined up and hot fems to bang- Even if it’s your kid’s birthday party you have to get to- Whatever!- Aren’t you a doctor first and foremost? A medical professional? What about do no harm? Because you did some great emotional harm. And gained the scorn of a person who could be singing your praises right now. 

No. No praise for this lummock, this thrice cursed homunculus in his slick tower.

His light is darkened.

His name is smeared.  

Never go seek help from the infectologist at the New City Medical Plaza in Tijuana.

Payaso de puta, may he suffer a far worse bacterial infection than mine.

May the easy extra 50usd he received without earning wither his entire savings.

May he never recover.

💩💩💩


The only half way positive thing he did was give me an order for a CT scan to look at my organs more clearly. With that test I could know for certain that I wasn’t dealing with anything else beyond a bacterial infection. No block ducts or liver issues… 


The cabrón did not order a more sophisticated blood test or any other bodily fluid testing. He wasn’t even going to. Nothing of the sort. He just knew for certain some how that I did not have a brucellas infection. And that I should just stop looking in that direction for the cause of my suffering. I am less than impressed with that choad’s ‘intuitive’ powers. I was and am disgusted.


This happened in October, and as I feel I am recovering now, it renews the negativity this selfish brainlet generated. Ugh. And I have to go through the extra work of shaking out that… that lack of flow, while I am ridding myself of a bacterial infection. Uuugh. Extra, extra work. 

This Thanksgiving I will celebrate the real doctor in the house:

𝔻𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕒 𝔸𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕒 𝕊𝕒𝕝𝕒𝕫𝕒𝕣 𝔻𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖

I write her name large, in fancy font for you to remember it. She was the one who took the time to listen to me and believe the test results that I showed her and prescribe to me a more precise treatment. I would not have the energy to be impassioned enough to write this post if it weren’t for her. If you are in need of some one to help with an ongoing infection of any kind, I would recommend her in a second. She doesn’t have a flashy office in a ‘classy’ location, but she does her job. And that is what matters. 

More Travel for Work

First, the good news: Human and I went to the nation’s capital, not to engage with the swaths of costumed merry-making students over-running the streets, but to find out more information about another video portrait. I cannot talk even talk about it yet. Things are super exciting and we haven’t even started! We are already coming up with ideas to experiment with as the work gets going.

Being in DC during the fall, I am grateful for hotel rooms that can be heated to 80f  / 26c degrees with hot water that you don’t have to wait 20 minutes for. Pseudo-graffiti marks on the wall of my room won’t endear a place to my heart as much as a stellar heating/ cooling system. And good wifi.

But enough about hotels. 

My year long illness gave me no quarter during my trip. With enough coffee and will, I  managed to walk the mall and up down, and around the Lincoln memorial. The memorial is, oddly enough, fun and romantic, as well as inspiring and, well, heartbreaking too. people were respectful while simultaneously having fun taking pictures and just hanging out. With 360 degree views, it’s a great hang out spot! Just don’t sit on the steps and think about everyone failed by all the lofty ass notions that make up the American dr- delusional fantasy. That will depress the heck out of you. 
I did have a peeve: Ya’guys need to take better care of the murals that flank the Lincoln statue! The right one is completely faded and without any proper lighting you can hardly see either of the paintings after sunset! So like what are they even doing there?

Fueled by a lot of plant based fast foods and seer determination, I saw just about everything at the National portrait gallery and the Smithsonian art museum. I have to give a shout out to Dorothy Moss for putting together a retrospective of the the work of Hung Liu. I wasn’t aware of this woman’s work. And I darn well should be! Her bright colors sing at you from the canvas! So much wow. I feel inspired and itching to create more work. 

Before getting the art on however, gotta get settled into an orderly space; gotta start feeling better so I can clean house. Then- then!- tuck into a new project. Or an old project that been left sitting.

Getting on the road to feeling better again has involved intramuscular injections of antibiotics for a week. Being shot in the ass is not as funny as it really should be. After feeling the what it was like the first time, I opted to preempt the pain with an ibuprofen dose for the rest of the regimen. I don’t like taking that kind of drug daily, but it helps ease the hours of discomfort down to almost nothing. 

I ‘m almost through with the injection part of the treatment and I can’t say if I am feeling better or not. I have to give everything more time. Except I’ve lost so much time not treating this illness already…