In Tonight’s Comic Adventure: Miss Waxie learns to love her greatest adversary as being taken seriously by the Cleveland Clinic has provided her a golden ticket into better medical care. Sure they might think she’s in a coma, but what can she say, the Cleveland Clinic kinda grows on you. Not unlike the MRSA they so rampantly spread through Ohio…

(Previously filed under Tales from the Clinic: Out with the Old, In With the Eugenics)

In tonight’s comic adventure: Miss Waxie explains, and apologizes for, yet another prolonged absence. But its with good reason! She’s employed, living back in her fair metropolis, and ready to have a full plate of adventures. If only someone would give her an irony fairy sized fly swatter…think they have any at Duane Reade?

In Tonight’s Comic Adventure: Miss Waxie contemplates breaking up with Ohio, but realize she has to stay in her bad relationship ’till her financial situation gets straightened out. Does she need Dr. Phil or just more Kineret? …Yeah, she’ll go with the Kineret.

In tonight’s comic adventure: Miss Waxie explains her month long absence from her beloved comic, finally sharing that her condition has been changed and a new course of treatment has been implemented. Fact is, at least so it seems now, Miss Waxie doesn’t have lupus or rheumatoid arthritis or CIDP or most of the autoimmune illnesses she’s been treated for. (You may remember the beginning of this story from a month ago.) She has a rare genetic condition, muckle wells (part of the cyropyrin associated periodic syndromes) and with this new diagnosis comes new treatments – both in the form of better fitting drugs and respect from doctors!

More dramatic than comedic? Maybe today. But the story behind living 23 years with a disease that’s been present since birth? Comic for sure.

Worry not dear readers, this comic is back. I hope you come back to read it, too.

In Tonight’s Comic Adventure: Watch out world! Miss Waxie is behind the wheels of her 1995 Geo Prism again, left eye cataract be damned!  And, okay,  she didn’t go farther than around her block. Twice. Still…she drove! Only being chronically ill could make a milestone you’ve past long ago something exciting to experience again. I wonder how it will feel when I relearn to ride a bike. 

In Tonight’s Comic Adventure: Good news for once! Miss Waxie makes math bend to her will as she subverts the patterned path she’s been on and finally finds a doctor willing to take her and her condition seriously. He even believes Hashimoto’s Encephalopathy exists! ‘Course, he’s an endocrinologist who specializes in transsexual hormone replacement therapy (and thyroid disease), so for once, when she visits him, she’s the most medically normative patient of the day – and that’s saying something! 

In Tonight’s Comic Adventure: Faced with the possibility of not being able to get a sedative for her cataract eye surgery simply because she can’t produce enough urine for her pregnancy test, Miss Waxie wonders who really gets harmed the most by this bad decision, her non-existent fetus, herself, or the poor doctor who got the “if you think your cutting into my eyes while I’m awake you got another thing coming, buddy” riot act read to them. ….She got her drugs, her surgery, and half her dignity to boot. Why does being female so needlessly complicate every moment of the medical life?

Dear Readers, thank you for sticking by me in the recent dip in posting. I’m still having a hard time adjusting to my lens implant…and still awaiting the one in my left eye! Thanks for the well wishes and don’t worry about the missed comics, I’m good for ‘em! 

In Tonight’s Comic Adventure: Successfully recooperating from her cataracts surgery, Miss Waxie once again thinks on just how weird it is to have and old lady surgery at the tender age of 23 – even if they were caused by prednisone. Sure, the side effect was on the table when pred was brought up for the UCTD/ lupus/ rheumatoid arthritis deal, but getting cataracts so soon is like finishing only half of your box of Lucky Charms before finding the prize buried inside. …Well, gluten free Lucky Charms in Miss Waxie’s, book. 

In Tonight’s Comic Adventure: Miss Waxie’s disease vocabulary expands tenfold as she finds herself faced with yet another possible diagnosis. Shocked, simply shocked at the possibility of hearing words like “manageable” and “better” in relationship to her lifelong battle with autoimmune disease, Miss Waxie finds herself hopeful…and fully confused by the notion. Not to mention, where does this leave her in terms of things like lupus, rheumatoid arthritis, cidp, and celiac….?

Dearest Readers, apologies for my absence. My brother graduated from college this week and between the trip to Washington, DC where internet was scarce and processing my most recent round of doctors’ appointments, I simply hadn’t a chance to update. I wanted to take a moment to thank you all for viewing; in just a month, this site has had over 2,000 hits. Take that doctors who claimed there was nothing special or interesting about my disease process!

In Tonight’s Comic Adventure: Miss Waxie takes a moment to enjoy a few victories. First, that she finally, kinda sorta got her perc prescription filled. And secondly, that despite what doctor’s here in Cleveland have said, the systemic celiac disease that she’d been diagnosed with in New York actually DOES exists. There’s victory in there, if you squint. It’s kind of like a magic eye.