Holy Fucking Christ in a sidecar So my mom calls me yesterday afternoon to update me on the latest Hurricane dealings. Mom and Dad got through okay, no damage, but they lost power (big surpise) and are now running off the generator. They can run a toaster OR a lamp OR the tiny microwave, a fan, and the fridge. The �rents also bought a generator for Michael and Krista (my bubba and the SIL) and they didn�t have any damage either, but Krista has just about had it with hurricanes and is ready to move somewhere �where there aren�t natural disasters�. Good luck on that one, sweetie, although we must all forgive her for reason that will be explained. Mom went on to tell me that something is very medically wrong with Krista, which is prompting a trip by the bubba/SIL to a specialist in Birmingham. When Mom described it to me, it produced a big WTF? But I attributed it to: Mom not getting all the details and she doesn�t really listen anyway. But it still prompted me to call Michael and Krista and get the straight poop. And holy fucking Christ. Krista has had chronic sinus and allergy problems all her life. 6 years ago she underwent a surgery to enlarge her sinus drain openings to help relieve some of that problem. However, as I remember, everything that could have gone wrong with her recovery did, and she was in terrible pain for quite some time. Also, the surgery really didn�t help because she continued to have sinus problems. So this year Krista�s been suffering with a sinus infection for about four months straight, prompting her to finally tell her internist to shove it and she returned to the bloke who did her original surgery with complaints of sinus infection, pain, swelling, etc. So he goes up her nose and around this polyp looking thing to drain her sinuses, which helps, but then she finally goes to get a head CT. The CT shows that there is either a �polyp�, a �fluid-filled sac� or a �mass� in her cranial cavity. Well, essentially, her brain. The next morning Krista goes to get an MRI, and then the radiologist discovers that it�s NOT a �polyp�, a �fluid-filled sac� or a �mass� in her cranial cavity. It�s her BRAIN. Krista�s occipital bone fractured at some point after her initial sinus surgery and her frontal lobe has been slowly sinking into her right sinus and is now resting on her soft palate. The �polyp� in her nose that the doctor went around to drain her sinuses was her BRAIN. Krista�s BRAIN is exposed to the outside elements and not cradled safely within her skull . Holy Fuck. Her BRAIN!!!! It�s a fucking miracle that Krista hasn�t dropped dead of either meningitis or encephalitis or some other fucking horrible brain-itis. As it is, they�re going to the University of Alabama Birmingham hospital to consult with a specialist, a plastic surgeon, and about 10 other doctors because this is so fucking RARE that she�s probably going to be the class study of a century. She may have to endure several surgeries to relieve this problem, including reconstruction of the right side of her face. WTF?? The only consolation I can give her is that she�s going to the John Hopkins of the South. Krista tells me that the specialist she�s seeing is a graduate of Mayo and George Washington so at least he�s got learning but just how many doctors out there are going to specialize in a BRAIN that has FALLEN into a SINUS CAVITY??? It�s making me end my pity party, I�ll tell you that. And Gary got such a smack list night as I was trying to tell him about this. He just started laughing. And actually, I couldn�t help but laugh a bit either, simply because it�s so SURREAL, like something out of a missing Harlan Ellison novella. But it was still a smackworthy offense, the poophead. You know, FUCK THAT. I find it difficult to believe that they wouldn�t whisk her right into surgery at the earliest possible juncture, I mean, for chrissakes, when I had my biopsy they couldn�t WAIT to get me under the knife. And did I mention that her BRAIN is EXPOSED?? To the outside world of pollution and other nasties? Damn, my own head hurts now. Say prayers, folks, please.
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