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…!

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! 

Just Say No…

April 17, 2009 § 11 Comments

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Tonight’s Comic Adventure: With physical therapy for the bulging disc in her lumbar/sacral spine out of the way (and having it gone fairly positively!) Miss Waxie worries about her upcoming rhuematology appointment. Denied percocet for her rheumatoid arthritis and MCTD due to already having been proscribed vicodin which she can’t take (thanks to stomach issues), she ponders why twenty somethings are seen as drug abusers and realizes she would’ve had a more successful time getting pain killers when she lived on Washington Square Park. 

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