Time for a Medical Update
In 1908, John McTaggart of Trinity College, Cambridge, published a paper proving that time does not actually exist.
Would someone please tell that to the shit that is growing inside me? I'm afraid it's firmly convinced that time does exist, and is using that excuse to spread in the most painful way possible. Meanwhile, I'm not looking at surgery until January, possibly February.
Emotionally, I'm feeling ok; some up days, some down. But overall, I'm in a better place than I was this time last week. My ob/gyn gave me a prescription for (insert long string of letters here, that when put together become unpronounceable in only the way medical words can)-progesterone, which is supposed to reset my clock, so to speak. I have to say it has helped with the mood swings.
I've got an appointment with my old fertility doc (who will be doing the actual cutting) for Dec. 7th -- too far away for my taste.
In the meantime, I'm looking at some massage techniques and acupuncture to try and keep this shit from spreading.
Anybody have any suggestions for pain relief? Heat helps, and Excedrin Migraine, strangely enough.
Geting my mind off the pain helps too. So anybody wanna talk about McTaggart's Proof of the Unreality of Time, and the paradox of the A-Series versus B-Series view of 'time', and that if the B-Series is the omnipotent viewpoint, that for all his omnipotence, God cannot tell time?
And more importantly, does that make him the POV in that insipid Chicago song, “Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?”