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I left out a really important point: that the people to whom we are turning over our will and our lives also run the post office, the DMV, the building department, the IRS, the public school system, the prison system and immigration.
As if that weren't disturbing enough, there's this: how can a judge, listening to a couple of local doctors, determine – in a few short hours – the best treatment for anything?
. . . → Read More About Try And Maintain Calm
I am in tears, really and truly. We live in Costa Rica to get away from this. Is there a country in the world where we can escape the U.S. "safety net"?
Thank you to Inside Costa Rica for the news. Emphasis mine:
The U.S. Food and Drug Administration (FDA) will open an Health office in Costa Rica on Wednesday according to the US Embassy in San José.
The office will be inaugurated by Michale Leavitt, U.S. Department of Health and Human Services Secretary, Andrew C. von Eschenbach, . . . → Read More About Costa Rica’s Death Knell: FDA To Open Office In San José
Yesterday, Mo developed red bumps all over his chest and face. By last night it had spread to his back, down his arms a little… It had started to look better yesterday afternoon, but as soon as doctor’s hours ended, the places on his face got bumpy. It itched a little but no fever, no nothing. Just red bumps and his lips look bee-stung. Not like Cher, like someone who knocked into a beehive.
I left a message on the doctor’s cell phone (turns out I should have called his house.) At 10:30 last night, we went to the . . . → Read More About You Won’t Believe This.
Google images may have saved Morgan’s life. He’s on his way home from the hospital now (it’s Sunday morning). WARNING: graphic photos below.
Let’s just get me out of the way here: I am a basket case. Between Ryan’s mass and surgery, Mango’s being lost and found and my mother’s intense disapproval and blame, and now Morgan’s weekend emergency hospitalization because he developed a heart-stoppingly dangerous infection, the last 30 days have been quite a ride. If anything bad happens to Hal, I might just leave his body on the road in Escazú . . . → Read More About Snot Again
The great news is that this morning I walked into Ryan’s room at around 5am because there was a funny noise. He was sleeping with his MOUTH SHUT and sorta snoring through his nose.
The tamponas have a tube running down the middle of them to help breathe. THEY WORK!!!!! It was so exciting to see this, I almost cried. Yahoo.
The interesting tidbit is that yesterday, some young tica pretty much proposed to Hal on the phone. Sight unseen. Yeah. If she saw him, . . . → Read More About Great News and, um, Interesting News
It couldn’t have gone better today. Except for the backless gown. That was a surprise to Ryan. While I was answering a few questions, they took him behind a curtain… a couple minutes later, the curtain opens to reveal Ryan laying on a gurney, covered in blankets, wearing a blue paper cap on his head and a look of mock horror.
He motioned me over and when I got close he said, "I don’t have anything on under here."
"Uh huh," I said.
"Nothing," he said, like maybe I didn’t get it.
"Yeah," I said, "that’s how those gowns . . . → Read More About Batting A Thousand
Helloooo. It’s been a wild two weeks over here. I haven’t been sitting around on my shrinking butt doing nothing. Mostly I’ve been busy freaking out because Ryan’s surgery is in the morning. Adenoids out, septum straightened, you-know-what vacuumed away. In the big picture, this is so routine, a nothing surgery. But still. I mean, it’s not even like he’s going "under the knife" unless you count the tiny laser razor on the end of the thingie they stick in his nose. No stitches, about 90 minutes out, 2 hours in recovery, then home to sleep and . . . → Read More About Busy As A Honeybee
This is Ryan’s CAT scan and the blue circle is the mass. And, no. It doesn’t look like "nothing." It looks like a big massy scary-looking something. Actually, it’s not nothing. It’s snot. Yeah. SNOT. In all my wild imaginings, snot never made the list. Dr. Arce sure never mentioned it. In Spanish, I think that’s mucosa de nasal [moo-COE-sah day nah-SAL]. Sounds way less disgusting.
Last Friday, Dr. Arce [R-say] was serious as a heart attack looking at the three sheets of x-rays. He kept pointing to the suspicious area, shaking . . . → Read More About Does This Look Like Nothing To You?
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