The Enemy of My Enemy Is My Friend…

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! 

The Only Test You Fail Is the One You Fail To Take…

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! 

The Eye has it….

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. 

Suddenly, Everything Has Changed…

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!