FealuBryne (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} fealubryne) wrote,@ 2009-07-14 16:57:00 |
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The State of Things
So! A lovely mix of good and bad happened today.
I was bored this morning, so I hooked up the stuff that I'd gotten with my computer (since I only had to send the tower, not the mouse, keyboard, etc. and the monitor is already mine) to Josh's old silver tower. The thing had been corrupted to all hell thanks to a multitude issues brought on by the thing being used for unmentionable purposes by a less than considerate friend. He was convinced it needed a new harddrive, but I was pretty sure it just needed a good reformatting. The difficulty was... it was somehow password protected, and he couldn't get through to do it.
After some research and tampering, I managed to get the thing wiped and his precious XP Professional re-installed, so now I'm waiting for everything to update and install and all the goodness. So yes, I fixed the unfixable computer and I'm pleased with myself.
Around 1pm I went in for a doctor visit, and my fears were pretty much confirmed; he agrees, it looks like I'm gonna be one of those cases of Cushing's where it reoccurs a few years after the surgery. It's been almost exactly three years. In fact, on Saturday it will be exactly three years. July 18, 2006.
Tests begin tomorrow, with basic blood work and a 24-hour urine sample when I can fit it in (there's no way in hell I can do it a day I'm working...). I need to get insurance sorted out again, since I just got it from this current job, and I'm desperately hoping I won't have to fight with the company to pay for this pre-existing condition. If not, we should be able to get this sorted out pretty quickly, I hope. If so... well, I'd rather not think about it. I'm seriously not looking forward to this again, and it's gotten bad fast, just in the last two months or so. I don't want to see what's going to happen down the road if we can't get this taken care of ASAP.
Dr. Conley did suggest doing some thyroid tests as well, which I suppose makes sense, but I'm really thinking that's not going to be the case. I don't know how believable it is, but I sort of feel like it's not that. This is all far too familiar, it's almost like coming home... in a really miserable, "oh dear god, will I ever function like a normal human being?!" sort of way.
On the bright side, he didn't seem particularly concerned about my constant taking of painkiller to keep The Pain (I should seriously start to refer to it as that, at this point... it's like it's its own entity, something that lurks in the shadows, waiting to pounce and take me down) at bay. He even suggested something else, that might work better, at my mentioning that what I was taking just doesn't cut it sometimes but I wanted something that wouldn't knock me out so I could work. So I'll pick some of that up and start in on my new painkiller regiment tomorrow. Hopefully it'll help.
Anyway, once I got home I chilled briefly, took Alex to work, and got back to Josh's computer to install WoW and whatnot. Then I remembered that I'd wanted to call and get an update on my computer, and see how far through the repair queue it was. Honestly, I wasn't expecting much. The way it had been explained to me, it just got there yesterday and they'd entered it into the system so they could put it into the queue for repair, then they'd get to it when its turn was up. I figured I'd call today, see how long the queue was, and request that they maybe bump up the priority since it was technically a brand new machine and they sorta owed me. Wasn't I surprised to find out that they'd just gotten a report an hour or so before I called, and that they'd located the problem, fixed it, and it was ready to ship out either tonight or tomorrow morning. (EDIT: It's shipped, scheduled to arrive on Thursday!!)
WEWT!!!
I have been so impressed with these guys. Alex's computer was all set and out a week before it was scheduled to be and has been working beyond beautifully. Mine has had some setbacks, but their customer service has been so excellent, and they've pretty much done everything I could've asked for given the circumstances. Yes, I have horrific luck. But their tech support was thorough over the phone before I sent it back, they paid for the shipping there (as they should), every person I've spoken to in the customer service has been so friendly and helpful (and I've called a retarded number of times... I can't help it, I'm antsy), they upgraded the shipping back to me without a moment's hesitation (which again, makes a ton of sense to me but I know so many places would've put up a stink about it), and they didn't dally with getting this thing fixed and on its way back.
But yes. In one day we have very possible Cushing's return (did it ever really leave?) and happy computer update. As long as we can balance out the bad with the good like this, I will be just fine.
That's right, Kate. Think positive. Positive is good. (No shit, Sherlock.)
So! A lovely mix of good and bad happened today.
I was bored this morning, so I hooked up the stuff that I'd gotten with my computer (since I only had to send the tower, not the mouse, keyboard, etc. and the monitor is already mine) to Josh's old silver tower. The thing had been corrupted to all hell thanks to a multitude issues brought on by the thing being used for unmentionable purposes by a less than considerate friend. He was convinced it needed a new harddrive, but I was pretty sure it just needed a good reformatting. The difficulty was... it was somehow password protected, and he couldn't get through to do it.
After some research and tampering, I managed to get the thing wiped and his precious XP Professional re-installed, so now I'm waiting for everything to update and install and all the goodness. So yes, I fixed the unfixable computer and I'm pleased with myself.
Around 1pm I went in for a doctor visit, and my fears were pretty much confirmed; he agrees, it looks like I'm gonna be one of those cases of Cushing's where it reoccurs a few years after the surgery. It's been almost exactly three years. In fact, on Saturday it will be exactly three years. July 18, 2006.
Tests begin tomorrow, with basic blood work and a 24-hour urine sample when I can fit it in (there's no way in hell I can do it a day I'm working...). I need to get insurance sorted out again, since I just got it from this current job, and I'm desperately hoping I won't have to fight with the company to pay for this pre-existing condition. If not, we should be able to get this sorted out pretty quickly, I hope. If so... well, I'd rather not think about it. I'm seriously not looking forward to this again, and it's gotten bad fast, just in the last two months or so. I don't want to see what's going to happen down the road if we can't get this taken care of ASAP.
Dr. Conley did suggest doing some thyroid tests as well, which I suppose makes sense, but I'm really thinking that's not going to be the case. I don't know how believable it is, but I sort of feel like it's not that. This is all far too familiar, it's almost like coming home... in a really miserable, "oh dear god, will I ever function like a normal human being?!" sort of way.
On the bright side, he didn't seem particularly concerned about my constant taking of painkiller to keep The Pain (I should seriously start to refer to it as that, at this point... it's like it's its own entity, something that lurks in the shadows, waiting to pounce and take me down) at bay. He even suggested something else, that might work better, at my mentioning that what I was taking just doesn't cut it sometimes but I wanted something that wouldn't knock me out so I could work. So I'll pick some of that up and start in on my new painkiller regiment tomorrow. Hopefully it'll help.
Anyway, once I got home I chilled briefly, took Alex to work, and got back to Josh's computer to install WoW and whatnot. Then I remembered that I'd wanted to call and get an update on my computer, and see how far through the repair queue it was. Honestly, I wasn't expecting much. The way it had been explained to me, it just got there yesterday and they'd entered it into the system so they could put it into the queue for repair, then they'd get to it when its turn was up. I figured I'd call today, see how long the queue was, and request that they maybe bump up the priority since it was technically a brand new machine and they sorta owed me. Wasn't I surprised to find out that they'd just gotten a report an hour or so before I called, and that they'd located the problem, fixed it, and it was ready to ship out either tonight or tomorrow morning. (EDIT: It's shipped, scheduled to arrive on Thursday!!)
WEWT!!!
I have been so impressed with these guys. Alex's computer was all set and out a week before it was scheduled to be and has been working beyond beautifully. Mine has had some setbacks, but their customer service has been so excellent, and they've pretty much done everything I could've asked for given the circumstances. Yes, I have horrific luck. But their tech support was thorough over the phone before I sent it back, they paid for the shipping there (as they should), every person I've spoken to in the customer service has been so friendly and helpful (and I've called a retarded number of times... I can't help it, I'm antsy), they upgraded the shipping back to me without a moment's hesitation (which again, makes a ton of sense to me but I know so many places would've put up a stink about it), and they didn't dally with getting this thing fixed and on its way back.
But yes. In one day we have very possible Cushing's return (did it ever really leave?) and happy computer update. As long as we can balance out the bad with the good like this, I will be just fine.
That's right, Kate. Think positive. Positive is good. (No shit, Sherlock.)
