I’ve completed my medication of Bactrim and it feels great to be not feeling so terrible. Although the retiring spine doctor noted that it appears I “simply have a slight stitch abscess,” I would argue that the constant fatigue I was feeling as my body was fighting off the infection wasn’t the case. I didn’t have a fever and the wound didn’t appear infected, but it kept oozing, and my energy levels were in terrible.
I’ll be returning a book today that I don’t have the patience to finish reading after donating a box almost full of books, and some CDs, that I also don’t have the patience to listen through once or once again. I write about events like this when they are sufficiently difficult for me to do. Taking out the trash is effortless because it’s trash, but many of these items I once considered almost as treasure.
As I’ve said throughout this whole thing, I am not a doctor so I cannot provide medical advice. I am writing about my subjective experiences in the American Healthcare System, with some objective data such as photography and going through certain motions. If there is one objective piece of advice I can give to anyone without risking their harm or mine, it’s keeping accurate data of the care you’ve received. The more organized the better.
Yesterday, I went to the thrift store and the supermarket. I had the physicality to push a shopping cart and walk around slowly as I looked at various items. Today, I woke up to a headache with lower back pain, including my tailbone. Was the adventure worth the pain I experienced there, and would I do it again? I suppose in some sense, it was good to see where my physicality is at right now.
When I try to think of the positives of this whole experience Tripping On [The American Healthcare System], in a sense, it’s gifted me this wild ride that rivals any soap opera. I’ve never had much interest in soap operas because the relationships and conflicts we experience in reality isn’t something I consider much about when I meander through media, but I guess my experiences could be made into decent soap opera, in some regards.
If we’re patient when waiting in line, sometimes, we can reflect on the actions we do. The person ahead of me in line to drop off donations had a sports-utility-vehicle filled with various boxes and furniture items. I had one humble box. Through pure coincidence, someone purchasing an item in line ahead of mine seemed to have a furniture item matching that donated item; except it was merely a generic item; it wasn’t the same.
I’ve been procrastinating on processing some important documentation because I didn’t have the energy to deal with that degree of mental gymnastics. I understand, somewhat, why the burden of information falls on the patient, but it’s just as easy for them to get the information they need that I’ve provided to every other company through their secure forms. No company or representative I work with wants to work with each other. That’s my procrastinating burden.
I recently inherited a Clutch Discord server. The old server owner was going to delete it until I offered to take over and manage it. Over the past few days, I’ve added, removed, and changed around enough settings to expand it into a general music discussion server. As the idiom goes, one person’s trash is another person’s treasure. I think about that when donating things or throwing things away. What if no one wants this?
It’s been six weeks since my spine surgery. The timing with these essays is a little tricky. I figure I’d rather write these essays as chronologically as I can, and I didn’t have the energy to write an essay yesterday to fill the Sunday slot, so just consider it six weeks for writing rather than publication. That said, I’m finally starting to feel well enough to do some basic tasks without feeling like I can’t.
In Part-One, I covered the rough logistical plans for Betterslog. It’s important to have the groundfloor work cleared up first, both in one’s personal life and in terms of what they want to accomplish when starting a business. I didn’t before I started my little business shortly before starting Better Zombie. If I had, well, I might not have started it and received that experience, but now I know what plans work well for me.