I think the reason why I’ve been feeling weak over the past few weeks was because I had an infection in my spine wound. It wasn’t anything serious. I didn’t have a fever; nothing looked infected. I’m still rather fatigued but I’m only about a third of the way through my antibiotics. I felt the sickest immediately after taking my first dose and second sickest yesterday. In exchange, I’ve felt more mobile and less fatigued.
I couldn’t brainstorm any ideas for “The Story” since I’ve been sick. Instead, I’ll write a two-parter about my current business strategy for Betterslog, the publishing business I still intend to create. Betterslog will start as a way to publish my essays and novels so I can fully retain legal ownership, expand that idea out to other writers, then expand into other ventures. This essay is all practical. Tomorrow’s essay will contain the loftier goals.
It’s easy to lose hope within the American Healthcare System. It is a system designed to beat your motivation and incentivizes victimization through repeated misdirections. I hate the situation I’m in and I do admit to escaping from it through focusing on media meandries more often than maybe I should, but it’s a coping mechanism in feeling lost within a system that can easily wipe out my bank account and drive me into utter despair.
In one of these boxes could be an item or two I collected from Black Friday events. I remember one childhood year being woken up at the painful hours of maybe 6am to visit a supermarket to collect something or another. The exact object isn’t in my memory, but I remember receiving an object. I could have donated this object already because for me I always associated Black Friday sales with discomforting events like that.
My difference between a good doctor and a bad doctor the answer this question: Do they seem like they want to help? Throughout this journey I’ve experienced and shared with you all, I’ve encountered many doctors that actively or passively express disinterest in assisting me. While being legally required to assist, they don’t make me feel like they want to do anything other than blocking any questions to shuttle me away to the next patient.
I don’t always have great timing when writing holiday-themed essays. I noticed that it was the whole Thanksgiving and Sales weekend so I figured, why not write a two-parter? I’ll use a majority of the morning publication slots to cover the remainder of my Downsizing Zeal project. I’ll intersperse other topics I might feel like writing, but this is my priority, since completing this project will help me achieve both my short-term and long-term goals.
Turns out that a post-surgery wound, specifically for my spine surgery, shouldn’t drain serum for five weeks. My retiring spine doctor was surprised. He wrote this prescription for a 10-day supply of Sulfamethoxazole and Trimethoprim. I brought the prescription to my pharmacy, they read this note, and said, “sure, we have this. It’ll be ready in a spell. Give it 20.” It’s a curious thing to consider how something like some serum ooze could be normalized.
Although meeting with my spine doctor yesterday, two weeks before he retires, didn’t seemly resolve my hurting tailbone issue, it did introduce a logical solution. I predicted this. He’s retiring and didn’t study my medical records because he was merely assessing my current condition and advising before retiring. He recommended that I talk to my pain management doctor and if my spine had problems… unfortunately… the old spine doctor. It’s been exhausting working through this.
My tailbone hurt so much that it took about two hours for me to go to bed. I was too tired to get up and I’d already taken a painkiller earlier. Suffering through that pain was useful since I can better quantify how much of an impact on my life this post-surgery tailbone pain causes. I wasn’t alone in my suffering. My downstairs neighbor has been sick in bed probably, coughing intermittently, for days now.
Before I started Better Zombie, one of my aspirations was running a technical support repair business. I knew someone that was successful at this and for a majority of what I wanted to do, I could scrape by enough pocket change to where I could almost believe I could do it – especially if I cared. I closed that business, but some of the aspirations are there, especially with my four computers waiting in deep storage…