(October 30, 2014 at 12:18 am)Drich Wrote:
(October 29, 2014 at 12:36 am)Wyrd of Gawd Wrote: Your story sounds like Job's.
job had it way worse... Plus he started out with a lot, so he had a lot to loose. When he did he lost everything. His fall was far and his hitting the bottom was hard. Plus he went without any support from God, friends or family for a very long time before God restored him ten times over.
I endure a little hardship and I get to reap an almost immediate reward. If I were to be made to endure with no light at the end of the tunnel for a very long time, I don't think I would do as well as job.
Plus my wife has told me to curse God and die yet.. So there is that.
(October 29, 2014 at 12:59 am)whateverist Wrote: [quote='Drich' pid='778267' dateline='1413781690']
Many of you often point to hardship and suffering as evidence of an unloving God.
We do? I never have. Don't have a clue what would count as evidence of any kind god .. unloving or otherwise.
Didn't read the rest. tb;dr
If you never have, then What did I say, in What you didn't read would suggest I was referring to you in any way?
Reminds me of a song..
'Your so vain, you think this post is about you, don't you...'
I think it went something like that
Weell, I went though my ct scan today...
I had to get up at 4 to be at the University of Florida Heart center at 6 so they could spring the cost of this little procedure on me. Without insurance it would have cost 6800.00 they wanted me to pay my remaining yearly deductible which is way way way over my daily limit on my debit card.. I didn't have a check so I had to sign away my soul to the hospital until I pay for the proceedure. Then they have me wait till 7:30 to give me a 32oz cup of clear liquid nasty to drink. I think that stuff made one pee out every oz of free liquid in your body in an hours time.
I wasn't allowed to eat or drink anything for a 12 hour period before, not even water. I didn't even urinate that much when I woke up. But after I downed that stuff I could have filled that 32oz cup (1 liter) 4 times in the hour they make you wait before the scan.
In that time before and after the the cup-o-nasty liquid I met a few people. The first time I was in the cancer center I did not speak to anyone. I was across the street this time in the heart and imaging center. I guess most heart patients are more 'up beat.' They like to share and expect you to share. There were six in the waiting area today 2 were obvious lung and throat cancer people because of the bits they were missing, and once the Spectors of death were called to the back rooms people started talking about their various problems. Everyone took a turn and then all eyes were on me. I guess they all assumed that I had some minor problem as I was the youngest person in the room (they verify you by name and bday). This nice older lady point blank asked me what I was there for. I said a ct scan. At that point I was given the 32oz cup, and she asked what was in it. I read the prescription label on it to her, and she could tell it didn't taste very good. (Rusty water and epison salts) she let me slam it down I gaged a few times and she asked what was I getting scanned for. I said cancer. And everyone turned to me and stared. She apologized and asked what kind so I told her what I have written out here, and I think I brought the whole room down a few notches. So I then felt obligated to make light of the situation... I am not a small talk person in person. I much rather just mind my business play my various phone or tablet games and everyone mind their own business kinda person.
Then they called me back, I had to get fitted for an IV, it only took three tries for the lady this time. She kept asking if I was ok. The fact that she kept asking was starting to unsettle me. I can go into a deep 1000 yard stare/meditative state. I even had eye surgery while I was awake (cheaper/no insureance) and did not freak out while I watched them cut into my eye. But this lady wouldn't let me zone out, and she was sawing back and fourth in my arm trying to find a vein.
After all that I got to wait an hour while that solution drain out my excess liquids. Then they called me back, put me on a sliding table and ran me though the big donut a few times first with out the contrast, then They pumped me full of what tasted like hot metal, the nurse assured me it was only a radioactive dye that would illuminate my various bits and pieces on the scan. When they hit me with that stuff I could feel it hit my arm and with in a few seconds hit my heart then my insides went warm, I felt it shoot though my neck, could taste it, and even my cold feet warmed up... The. They slid me through the donut a few more times and the nurse had me put my pants back on.. The dye was interesting, but not 6000 dollars interesting.
I get to go back tomorrow, and hopefully (less than 2% chance) the hemotologist tells me I am just an 'anomaly'. Friday will be 7 months of wondering if I have cancer. At this point any news is better than not knowing. To me this must be what it is like being out on bail before a big trial.. Technically your 'free' but there is this big cloud that looms over you. Everything you do is regulated by this big cloud.. I think I would rather just have cancer and treatment at this point than 7 more months of tests.
However If he can't confirm non hodgekins limphoma then more than likly I will have to do the camera deal and biopsy on my 'man gland.'
That's a rough regime to have to endure. Hang in there. The good thing is that we live in an age and place where we can find out what ails us and get good treatments.
