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[ameretrifle]

I have yet to determine whether the doctors and staff at TMH actually have no idea what they're doing, or have simply adopted a policy of not telling the family anything. As there'd be little qualitative difference between the two scenarios, I suspect I'll never know.

For one thing, the hospital staff does make a habit of telling my grandmother

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[nina_ds]

I'm sorry about the family situation. It can be frustrating and helpless.

I'm glad you're still kicking around, though!

[ameretrifle]

Thanks. Yeah, it's secondhand information from an unreliable narrator. Buckets of fun. Though it's possible they've figured out what it is now. If so, however, it's also probable they can do almost nothing about it. Arthritis or something? Unless, of course, it isn't...

But yeah, still here. Not the most fantastic week or so, but hey, volunteer job! I just wish it was more than the one day a week; I need something pulling me out of my head every once in a while if I want to get anything done. Or, y'know, if I could get a job that, say, paid me money, that would also be cool. ;)

[nina_ds]

My mother was having all problems with joint pain and started taking those glucosamine supplements - even to the doctor's astonishment, it made a HUGE improvement. She's built up a bit of tolerance to it now, but she still got over a year's worth of relief.

Did y'all get any of the fallout from Ike?

[ameretrifle]

Ooh, thank you so much, I'll make a note of that one. Anything that might help would be fantastic. It's in his back, though, and he's had like metal plates and whatnot in there for ages. Moreover, we're suspecting the diagnosis (if it actually was a diagnosis; there's evidence that it wasn't) of "arthritis" is more a catch-all term than an actual problem. Like President Bartlet described the term "non-recurrent phenomenon" in The West Wing: "it's their term for 'We don't know what the hell it means, but we're stocking up on canned goods'". It's been like pulling teeth to get anything remotely resembling a diagnosis from them, and then it's flatly contradicted the next day. I don't know what the hell they're doing, unless they've got so accustomed to Grandma and Grandpa thinking their way around whatever diagnosis they're given to say "Oh, he should be home this week" that they've decided not to tell anyone in the family a damned thing. Gah, it's annoying.

Ike? Not directly; too far west, lucky for us. It is having some indirect