OPNAV 5216/144A (Rev. 8-81)
S/N 0107-LF-052-2320Date: 01Jun90
From: Administrator, Naval Station Branch Medical Clinic, Charleston SC
To: Security Officer, Naval Station, Charleston SCSubj: Medical Appointment ICO XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
1. SNM has appointment at Naval Hospital Charleston on 01Jun90 in the Internal Med. clinic at 0930.
I was rummaging around in some old books I had for an example to use for a post I am working on and I found this paper stuffed in my first edition of Roger Zelazny ~ Knight Of Shadows which in consideration seems appropriate… FUCK! it’s been 19 years now?
This was the day of doom, when my life turned into this huge ongoing incredible sinking feeling that lasted for years afterward. I learned I had all of maybe five years to live and no “get out of jail free” card.
Now there’s a jagged bitter pill to swallow.
Oh well, nineteen years later and still going. What did they know. It just figures that someone as incredibly disorganized and scatter brained as myself would have my trials and tribulations well documented with dates, memorandums, footnotes, all accompanied by a plethora of expert medical opinions.
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Emmy wrote,
Good thing you didn’t go apeshit and spend every last dollar. You’d be up a creek right about now.
Link | July 28th, 2009 at 3:25 pm
Amber wrote,
I’m glad you didn’t take the shortcut. Some did.
Link | July 28th, 2009 at 5:08 pm
TeddyPig wrote,
Nah, most of the guys I used to see at the Bethesda clinic when I first went up there are dead. They suffered and they died. I have to be honest.
It was serious and still in lots of ways it is serious just more easily ignored. Just because I am an anomaly does not change the fact the time I am talking about was before all these current drugs were available and people were dying left and right or suffering extreme infections. So that’s the breaks. But when faced with that there is no right or wrong just how much reality can you handle. I watched my lover die during those years so every day was a reminder of my own situation.
I happen to have a very hard head and don’t follow medical advice all that well is all.
I watched people decide to end it so I won’t call it “the easy way out” or a “shortcut”. When you are falling apart physically it has to be a choice that is yours to make and I don’t negate the importance of that decision or try to say well their situation was not “that bad” like the doctors knew how to fix it. That’s a lie and those doctors still don’t know how to fix it for all their expert opinions. They were in the dark right along with us and the good doctors I respected admitted as much.
Link | July 28th, 2009 at 5:26 pm
Treva Harte wrote,
I went to a friend’s 50th birthday this year. About 20 years ago he had spent all his money, was in a hospice and saying good-bye when — he didn’t have to say good-bye after all. He still scares heck out of us now and then when his wonky immune system flakes out but we had a wonderful celebration that weekend. Really glad medical science was premature on the prognosis that time.
Link | July 28th, 2009 at 6:29 pm
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