Update on the last markedly painful journal:

The attack of the nastiness has thank the gods subsided.

The hospital was remarkably stingy with the colchicine, but nonetheless, the use of one small tablet there and three prednisone plus some ibuprofen for the pain has done the trick: the attack is down to just a small amount of swelling and redness and irritation, and according to the hospital should be gone by tomorrow or the day after. I hope so.

The hospital, as always, recommended me to the clinic, but that, until my health insurance is re-applied-for, is a no-go. Elsewise, the clinic expects $200 up front, followed by additional cash for anything more than being looked at, payable on the spot. NOT something I have the option for if I want to have a roof over my head (something, my friends, that this slightly aged vixen wishes to keep, thank you very much. Thus, until things get settled insurance-wise, New York Hospital of Queens will have to wait, thank them very much, yes indeed.

Gods, while I adore the assistance of modern medicine, I also admit that the prices for it reek worse than a rancid sewer left open to the air and stagnant in a hot sun for three days straight.

Well, that's the update, folks, and I deeply apologize if any were worried overmuch.

With love to all of you,
Mika