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?
October 1, 2010 § Leave a comment
In Tonight’s Comic Adventure: It’s been a long summer, but finally, finally Miss Waxie is eating again with the help of an army of immunosuppressants and steroids. Armed with a some new “we don’t know what it is” cryopyrin associated periodic syndrome (CAPS) stomach problem – or some new autoimmune stomach problem – and idiopathic thrombocytopenic purpura – Miss Waxie is collecting new medical terminology faster than an an over stressed first year med-student.
On the positive side, the cellcept is working, the pred is coming down, and the ITP is under control enough that she no longer looks like a drug dealer’s girlfriend…she can practically hear her immune system plotting against her for daring to say things might be better. ….Bring it, immune system!
August 30, 2009 § 7 Comments
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)
August 15, 2009 § 6 Comments
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?
May 29, 2009 § 8 Comments
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!
May 22, 2009 § 10 Comments
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.
May 2, 2009 § 2 Comments
In Tonight’s Comic Adventure: Miss Waxie puts on hold her comic for Blogging Against Disablism Day, thanks to falling down the stairs and re-injuring her back. What’s a girl to do when the reality of her condition gets in the way of her activism? ….Rest, sleep, and muscle relaxer tonight. Acknowledging that she actually was to disabled to write about ablism tomorrow.