One tough sausage ball


“I haven’t written anything in nearly three weeks. I’m going to go out and write come hell or high water.”

That was AGMA around noon today to Hubs who was working from home.

And here I am writing, not having to deal with either hell (unless you consider the ongoing Trump presidency a new, 10th level of hell ala Dante Alighieri) or high water. Just some minor traffic and a hour less time to write than I thought I’d have.

AGMA’s dentist appointment for a crown re-do and a filling re-do for later this afternoon got moved to earlier in the afternoon. I wonder if it had anything to do with my FYI call to their office this morning informing them that half of the tooth scheduled for the filling re-do is no longer there.

Evidently the sausage ball I was eating Saturday evening at a party was a far more formidable force for a rear molar than it appeared. Or it could be that a molar that has been 70% filling and 30% tooth for the last 47 years finally gave up the ghost.  It broke.

My dentist is going to give me that look. Again.

Actually, this week is shaping up to be an expensive on for us on the healthcare front.

Timely given the proposed GOP Don’T Care Un-heathcare plan. It just seems like people can’t start dying fast enough for them. They actually seem a bit giddy at the prospect…

But we have good insurance – for now – so instead of costing us an arm and a leg, it’s only going to be a few fingers. Maybe a toe too.

Hubs was home today because he had a CAT scan this morning complete with a barium and iodine cocktail. Yummy.

The pathology on the MEGA polyp (seriously, that’s what the doctor called it; we have started calling it Mr. Bill) removed during his colonoscopy several weeks ago (that I did NOT write about…), showed the tiniest amount of cancer. The pathologist couldn’t see it when they initially checked Mr. Bill out, but there was ‘an area of suspicion’. Gotta watch out for those. So Mr. Bill was sent off for more tests and came back positive for some cancer cells.

The doc said that he was 80% sure that he got it all when he unceremoniously cut Mr. Bill out during the colonoscopy but just in case, Hubs had to have the CAT scan today.

I’m liking his odds. Stay tuned for more…

And of course AGMA has the joy of a visit to my long suffering dentist today.

I’m sure the crown re-do will go forward as planned. I’m just not sure what happens to the filling re-do since there basically isn’t much of a tooth left to fill. No matter what he does, I think it’s going to cost us some serious simoleons.

And last but not least, I have an appointment for MRI this week.

I took my last prednisone tablet on Saturday. AGMA cautiously feels like I have a new lease on life. I’m very much looking forward to a reduction in the chipmunk cheeks, getting all the feeling back in my tootsies and a good night’s sleep with out the help of big pharma.

I’ve been on this wonderful but horrible drug since the beginning of December. The goal is to get rid of the mass in my pancreas caused by a stupid autoimmune condition AGMA managed to develop.

Duh – I hate it when I do stuff like that.

An 8 week round of prednisone last summer caused it to shrink but not disappear. After trying another immune suppressant drug for a few months that my body did not like at all – lots of side effects – I took a 4 week break to run a marathon and go to Australia.


This round of prednisone has been more intense in that I took a higher dose for a longer time period – 14 weeks total.

Now it’s time to see if it worked.

That’s what the MRI (with contrast dye) is all about. Evidently they need to put dye in to make sure no part of the mass can play hide and seek behind my stomach.

Stay tuned…

As I said, an expensive week for the AGMA household, but thankfully, our insurance will be paying for large portion of it. But at some point over the weekend, when we were talking about all of the above and reading about the proposed GOP plan to decimate the ACA, Hubs and I looked at each other and both blurted out the same thoughts…

What would people who don’t have insurance do if they were in our situation? What will people who will lose their insurance coverage under Don’T Care do if they were in our situation?

Maybe we’re socialists or bleeding heart liberals. Maybe we have a bit of ‘survivors guilt’. But we think that everybody should have access to the same healthcare as we have without having to file for bankruptcy. Or die.

Pretty radical huh?

That’s AGMA.


11 thoughts on “One tough sausage ball

  1. Sounds like you and your husband are having a rough time of it. Hope it doesn’t stay that way for very long. The future of health care scares the crap out of me (literally, damn that colitis). If I become unable to work, or my husband loses his job (which includes our health insurance), things are going to be mighty sad – at least for the short, miserable few years I’d have left without my medications. But I guess that’s probably the point, right?

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  2. I feel the same about it as you do AGMA. We are lucky enough to have “retiree” health care from my MegaCorp company, but I do think everybody should have access to health care. I ‘m a proponent of ACA. OK, it’s not 100% perfect, but so many people benefited. The new plan…scares me. As does so much of what is being proposed. I’m becoming more and more liberal everyday. Best wishes for successful dentist visit and MRI.

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  3. Your final thought…not radical at all, just plain common sense. Why can’t we get there ? We went on Obamacare when my husband was forced to retire early, not sure how else we’d have been covered. We were fortunate, didn’t have to use it much before Medicare kicked in. I do know so many who will be devastated to lose that coverage now. Fingers crossed.
    Wishing you both good results, AGMA, and love the Mr. Bill reference !!

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  4. Health care coverage should not be affected by loss or change of jobs. It should not be denied due to unpaid premiums and there should be no lifetime limits or exclusions for pre-existing conditions. Of course I think this…I’m Canadian. And despite what is sometimes said on TV (or tweeted), Canadians are NOT flocking to the US for medical treatment. Countries like Canada who have universal health care programs also have longer life expectancies for their citizens. And if you ask most Canadians, they wouldn’t want it any other way!

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  5. Oh, AGMA, AGMA, AGMA. You’re forgetting what the choice truly is because it was told to us just a couple of weeks ago: “You don’t need that new iPhone.” Did you forget this already?! Remember, the poor can make that choice themselves. It’s all about…. … “access.” That’s the buzzword they want us to use. We have access now!

    Sounds like some challenges on your end of things right now. I wish the both of you good luck and health! – Marty

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  6. It makes be very grateful that I live in a country where we have a National Health Service which is paid for out of a tax called ‘National Insurance’ which everyone above the most minimal of incomes pays. It means that all members of society are entitled to what we consider ‘free’ healthcare. Sure, it’s not perfect, but what system ever is and obviously it isn’t free because we have all contributed to it, but at least we don’t have to flash the chequebook before receiving treatment!
    Leftist? Liberal? Soft?
    No, just basic common sense if you want a healthy population,

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