Doctors are a Girl’s Best Friend

December 28, 2010 § 1 Comment

In tonight’s comic adventure: If misery loves company, than Miss Waxie’s forlorn stomach must be quite the sad and lonely little organ. After all, for what other reason would it hold on to breakfast, lunch, and dinner? Sure, the doctor calls it gastroparesis, a condition of delayed stomach emptying, and prescribes medication and a special diet, but Miss Waxie knows better; her poor tummy just needs a friend. Anyone got a working stomach lying around?

If You Don’t Have Anything Nice to Say, Don’t Say Anything At All…

October 3, 2010 § 13 Comments

In Tonight’s Comic Adventure: Miss Waxie comes clean about her recent, semi-mortifying surgical procedures. ‘Course despite the intimate look a whole bunch of medical staff got at every nook and cranny her digestive tract had to offer, the  embarrassment didn’t so much come from what they put down her mouth, but what came out of it! File this one under serious doctor drama. Or comedy.

Oh well, you know what they say, patients under anesthesia say the darndest things…!

The Belly of the Beast is in my Belly

July 23, 2010 § 5 Comments

In Tonight’s Comic Adventure: Miss Waxie contemplates her summer of stomach problems. Is it Crohn’s Disease? Ulcerative Colitis? Will she live forever and ever on prednisone? It seems that only time will tell…cause at this point, her doctor’s sure won’t!

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

May 29, 2009 § 8 Comments

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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! 

This Glass Is At Least A Quarter Full….

May 8, 2009 § 13 Comments

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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. 

Tales From The Clinic: Out With the Old, In With The Eu-Genics…

May 3, 2009 § 10 Comments

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In Tonight’s Comic Adventure: Miss Waxie brings you her somewhat belated “Blogging Against Disablism Day” submission – A story that could only come from “Tales Of the Clinic” wherein her Cleveland Clinic neurologist tried to deny her appropriate treatment for her peripherial neuropathy because it might one day, possibly, compromise her fertility. …Talk about your God complex!

A very special thank you to the great people at ChronicBabe for writing about me in their recent newsletter! (And hello, you wonderful new readers, you!) Thanks for including me in your mission to make young ladies with chronic illness know its not just possible, but important, to live chronically fabulous.

I (don’t) wanna be sedated….

April 20, 2009 § 9 Comments

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Tonight’s Comic Adventure: Miss Waxie visits her rhueumatologist in the hopes of clearing her good name and getting some percocet. She gets her ‘script – but not her dignity, as he continues to insist she can’t possibly be as much pain as she claims. By procuring her blood work, Miss Waxie realizes her lupus is active, her pain is quite real, and she needs a new doctor. One who believes in reading lab test results! 

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