Today, I had to do TWO appointments! On the same day! Imagine!
I feel faint just thinking about it.
First, this morning, I had good ol’ Wound Care. I guess I am on Mondays and Thursdays instead of Tuesdays and Fridays now.
Whatever. It amounts to the same thing. Both have their advantages.
The appointment itself was fairly routine. My nurse had a good sense of humour, which is always a big plus for me.
Things are a lot less stressful when I can laugh about them.
Getting to the appointment, on the other hand, was stressful because I had gotten so deeply involved in what I was doing on the computer beforehand that I completely forgot that I even had an appointment to get to this morning. leaving poor Julian to have to show up at my door with my jacket to remind me.
D’oh! My bad. We ended up leaving five minutes later than usual, which meant I arrived at Wound Care more or less at the exact time of my appointment.
Which was a bit tense. I don’t like cutting things that close.
No harm done, though. Turns out my nurse wasn’t quite ready yet anyhow. I made it to the waiting area and she came to fetch me a couple of minutes later.
That was a bit of excitement I didn’t need.
Then ar 12:20 pm, I had an appointment with my GP, Doctor Chao. I was there for a number of reasons, all of them pretty minor.
The main reason was to get another vitamin B12 booster shot. My levels of it are still way too low, despite my including animal products with every supper, and so I need to go in to get the whole thing jump-started.
I will be going back in a couple of weeks for my next shot.
In theory, if I can get things going on that count, I should feel a hell of a lot better. My B12 deficiency might even be the root cause of my muscular degeneration, which means getting my levels up could even repair the damage.
That would be nice.
I was also there to review the results of the urinalysis he ordered before Xmas last year. Nothing spooky there except for that pesky small amount of blood that keeps popping up when I do this pee test.
Chao is sending me for an ultrasound of my kidneys at RGH just in case.
I am getting distressingly comfortable with going to their Medical Imaging department.
Finally, I was there for my post hospitalization review. Whenever they discharge you from Richmond Hospital, they tell you to follow up with your GP within a week.
This time it was more like ten days later, but whatever.
Just to be on the safe side, he is going to send me for another round of chest X-rays to make sure all of the pneumonia is gone.
I feel fine, but better safe than strapped into a ventilator, I always say.
And that was my very (for me) busy day. Right now my legs are none too happy with me due to all the exercise but I am otherwise none the worse for wear.
I may end up taking some extra Gabapentin to compensate.
More after the break.
Quick video link
I found this to be an interesting and mildly amusing video.
Warning : it’s an hour and a half long.
Nothing particularly shocking or new in there. I didn’t know the bit about “Daniel”. But I liked the somewhat snarky presentation style.
It would be better if it was faster paced and they cut out some of the heavier scholarly stuff. Plus there is no real thesis or through-line.
And I would have emphasized how the Bible contradicts itself and so it is literally impossible to follow the whole thing.
But, ya know. Still a good vid.
Bitch, bitch, bitch
Three lady dogs.
Anyhow, my legs continue to hurt.. They are, if anything, even angrier with me than before because I had the nerve to go to the kitchen and get something to eat.
But it’s Gabapentin time, so hopefully that will help.
I think I will take an Aleve too. Just in case it helps.
My pain relief policy is simple : if I am in pain when not even doing anything with the body part in question, it’s time for medication.
And I am just sitting here in front of Mister Computer with no weight resting on my legs whatsoever and they are still bitchin; at me.
Here’s some drugs. Now STFU.
I think I am also in sleep debt. I have this urge to lay down and sleep that just won’t go away no matter how much I nap.
Makes me wish I could take a sleeping pill like a normal person. But they just make my sleep apnea worse and I end up waking up feeling like I just got tossed upon the jagged rocks by a stormy sea.
Or maybe that’s just what happens when you catch up with months of deep REM sleep all at once and sleep apnea is, in this case, an innocent bystander.
Either way, I don’t want to put myself through that. The last time I tried it, I woke up in such a bad state that I was barely sentient. I would get lost in the middle of typing a word and have to backspace and start over.
Needless to say. this made blogging a very long and arduous experience. Like I was trying to swim upstream through river rapids.
And that can’t possibly be good for me. Not with three stents in my heart, uncertain circulation, and something eating away at my muscles.
And ya know, the heart is a muscle. Hmm.
Who knows, maybe if I can get my B12 levels on track, I will feel stronger and more resilient and not so god damned weak and scared all the time.
That would be nice.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.