Called to try and setup appointment with Doctor to discuss the pancreatitis, as per directions from nurse who gave me info. I also mention, “hey totally sick to tummy – drink/eat = yarf-fest, plz help” Doctor is not available, so talk to her nurse. Eventually.

Nurse says, “hospital”. I says “why? I has no money for ER”. Nurse says “cause doctor says so, duh!” I say “nausea med means I keep food down, no need for ER & stuff” Nurse says “pancreatitis totally serious and you must go to hospital for it be properly checked out” I says “why can’t do in office?” Nurse says “doctor go bye bye and not back til 10th” I say “…I don’t like hospitals, don’t like ER, do NOT have money for such. Gimme nausea meds so I stop puking up the advil that make the hedgehog under my boob go ‘way. Srsly.”

Nurse says “no want to mask symptoms of totally serious pancreatitis. You can do clear liquid diet but we strongly recommend you go hospital and get looked at. For reals, yo”.

*argh*

Round and round we went . Finally just to get off the frocking phone, I say “fine, if you won’t help, stop sucking up my time. I’ll schedule something w/her when she gets back” Hopefully the damn thing is just aggravated and not actually necrotic.

So then I call Dodger for update & he’s on the tack of “they can’t pawn you off like that, call back and demand to talk to doctor.”
“the one who’s gone?”
“well…demand to talk to doctor’s backup. Can’t go out of town with out leaving backup in place”
“I think the office is closed for the fourth”
“ they cannot do that; what if there’s an emergency”
Me thinking: well, they’d probably just tell people that the office is closed and if they had an emergency to go to the ER.

I called doc’s office back. Pretty much went like I expected it to. ER, ma’am, etc.

Jello
Broth
Water
Etc.

*yawn, stretch*
CRICK!

Goddamn getting older, nuthin’ works like it used to! Why in my day, a girl could stretch in her bed and not have a lower back cramp. *grumble whine piss and moan*

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Last night was game night. We are actually between actual gaming sessions; gearing up for a Marvel superheroes campaign. Shooooooouuuld be interesting.
I love Marvel — its always a ton of fun to be a superhero in this darker, more gritty universe. The Marvel macrocosm in general is grimmer than say, DC or Heroes Unlimited.
It’s a unique – and somewhat true – experience that people tend to fear what they don’t know or understand. Even if it’s helping them.
Some people hate gaming in that universe. They want everything to be sunshine and “Thank you, kind Mega-God for helping me. Let me heap sex and baklava on you!” I’m not saying that that isn’t fun. But it gets old for me, fairly quickly. It dosen’t feel real. In essence, I like my gaming emotional experience to as authentic within a fantasy setting as it can be.