cornerofmadness

I had my EMG today to test my nerves. The doctor doing this test is someone I know personally. I have his kids in class, I work at the theatre with his wife and he comes and lectures to the pre-med club. I come thru the door and he’s like ‘wow wasn’t expecting you.”

As he wires my hand and arm up to shock my nerves and see how well they handle the electricity, he did say something nice though. He knows I miss seeing patients but he said he was so glad I was here. He said I had a fiery personality and that me and a few other docs have transformed both my college and our students. He loves that I’m here to be a role model to the females students because here (and I’m totally serious about this) it’s still 1950 and they think there is nothing for them in this world but subservience to ‘their man’ and joblessness. (and I see this all the time, she’ll be 25, has four kids, pregnant with number five, is getting knocked around and is finally had a enough and wants to support herself and her kids). I was very pleased to see that not only did the student like me enough to tell this to his dad but that this guy has been watching what I do outside the classroom for the students. I’m trying to get him to come to the school to do acupuncture lectures.

After first shocking me a bunch (women do so much better than this. I hate men, they’re sissies so he tells me. Trust me that was my experience with men and needles), he moves on to the next part of the test, muscle damage. This requires having needles shoved into them. This isn’t no ordinary little needle you get for a shot. have a look at the needle

My whole hand is like ‘fuck you, I’m going to rot off and spite you.’ (which he was asking for my thoughts on a patient whose foot is doing that). Those needles when into all the muscles of my hands, forearm and upper arm and then once they’re in you have to USE the muscles. Marquis de Sade invented this exam.

Hmm, I want to try some different tests with you. Want to experiment as he drags out the book to try things he hasn’t done before. SURE. Let’s do this. I don’t mind (seriously, I don’t)

Afterwards he hooked me up with pain patches (non-narcotic, don’t get too excited), absorbable NSAIDS since I can’t take them and wants me to a) wear my brace. I know you’re not (he’s right) b) exercise the hand c) let’s try acupuncture.

He says get a tennis ball and try that for exercise…or you could come to my house and milk the goats. I’ll be there right after I’m done mucking Dr. H (my ob/gyn)’s horse barn for exercise. Actually I want to keep goats some day so sure I can come milk goats. Can we trade that for acupuncture since I don’t think my insurance covers it? the hand seems to be in decent shape.

So I forgot to close the bedroom door and look and what happened next

OMG this is the best

do I care for your rules? I think not

I’m not going anywhere

I’ve been promising a garden picspam all year so here you go. (notice it's humanly impossible to sit on my porch without a plant in your face)

I give in to weediness

one side, notice Ginko on the porch

the other side and here comes Ginko. Whatcha doing?

close up

ditto, lots of tomatoes

watermelon

Black Pearl, yes the leaves and the fruit are black

fig newton

flowers

Arizona Paint

I’m in your doorway waiting on you

And Ginko is a persistent little bastard. He gets into my house often. He’s quick and Ninja like and might need a new name if keeps that eye… So he meets Kanda

they meet (ignore box o’ crap in the picture or that stamps seem to have become a play toy)

Three seconds after this, Ginko meowed, Kanda ran and hid. Ooo he’s my big brave boy. Sissypants. He snuck out last night and took off before I could stop him. This morning Kanda whined for a half hour straight or was telling me a story. I’m not sure which but either way he was truly vested in his tale.