The U of T health services doctor has informed me that I'm not dying and my weird neck problem would heal on its own.
Either she's right in which case I suppose I'm relieved, or, I'm dying and there's nothing she can do, so she's protecting me. So if I never post again, you know why.
Posted at 4:45:20 pm by mootpoint
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Wrenkin
May 23, 2004 05:39 PM PDT
[Insert whimsical story about brother being misdiagnosed with inoperable brain cancer] |
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sarah
May 23, 2004 03:22 AM PDT
(jen's friend) a piece of advice: don't trust anyone in the medical profession, especially if that person works at u of t health services. i went to a doctor there, complaining of chest pains and an irregular heartbeat, and the doctor told me that it was because i drink too much coffee (note: i do not even like coffee, and therefore do not often, no, make that ever, consume it). turns out, it's a lot more serious than me drinking too much caffine, and i have to have surgery next week. doctors suck. but i'm sure you're fine. sorry, this is not a reassuring comment. |
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Brenda
May 21, 2004 01:58 PM PDT
Can't blog from deathbed, computer broken. |
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Lemon
May 21, 2004 12:48 PM PDT
Since everyone eventually dies, shouldn't death be among the more anti-climactic things that could happen to us? |
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supercrisis
May 21, 2004 12:08 PM PDT
Death is exciting. It's like coming to the end of a cliff-hanger and not knowing what's going to happen next. |
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Lemon
May 21, 2004 01:04 AM PDT
Please don't die.
I wouldn't like it if you died.
Maybe it's an alien parisite? |
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Wrenkin
May 19, 2004 11:10 PM PDT
If you're gonna die it'll be slow and horrible, so plenty of time to blog from bed. |
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Brenda likes Elvis Costello, Jon Stewart, Samuel Fuller, that episode of the Simpsons with the space coyote, egg bread, kissing, Veronica Mars, spicy hummus, the Food Network, and espresso.
