A few Days Late

Anyone who knows me knows I suffer from panic and anxiety attacks. Several things can trigger my attacks but, in knowing the triggers I can try to ward them off or lesson them by breathing deeply, thinking of something else or getting my mind and hands busy by writing a blog or playing a game. You know, whatever helps pass the time.

This is not one of those times.

I am freaking the fuck out and I will tell you why.

I went to my Doc on Friday I think. He does pretty much NOTHING but sends me to another Doc after he had my lab work done in which that was a fucking mess. I was fasting, went to labs, they said they didn't need me so I went up to Doc who then sent me back to labs saying yes...they did need me. I was in my wheelchair at this point because my sugar was so off I was dizzy so the twit who takes my blood tries to do it in the chair with no arm rest and she says and I quote. "Sorry, this is my first time." Glory fucking hallelujah I am this cunts first time! Instead of talking to me she talks at me and treats me like a invalid. She tells Liz to hold my arm up. I told her I was quite capable of doing that on my own. This Toerag can't find my veins and when she does she butchers my still bruised and sore arm. After my four vials of blood I'm let loose to go to the second Doc in the next town over.

On the way Liz stops at the Almighty Taco Bell (I LOVE YOU LIZ) and we have lunch in the parking lot under a shade tree. This was all good nice and sweet.

I wish I could continue my rant about the second Doc of the day but I can't cause Nurse Dorothy is a sweetheart and it had been three years since I saw her and Doc Merino and they are really cool. The worse news I got was I have and infection that is aggressive enough to warrant 480 anibiotic pills (On top of the slew of pills I already take daily) I take two every six hours. Joy. And...I'm back in una boots. Anyone wanna know what that means it's like a wet cast with horse wrap wrapped around it. I have to wear them til Thursday, change and do over until I see him again. They were kind enough to give me the supplies cause the shit costs an arm and a leg.

My Una boot past...I used them three years ago for the ulcers in my legs. Well, I don't get those anymore, now they are to keep my feet from swelling so they can heal better while the antibiotics are working and the zinc paste they are enpregnated with cools the burning sensation of the wounds on my feet. When I wore them in the past they were a pain in the ass because they wrapped the wet cast with ace bandages that never stayed up and the zinc paste soaked through leaving white residue on everything. Seriously, I had white footprints on the carpet. They were hot and they drove me insane as well as Chris and Lucky who kept stepping on the sharp little medle monster things that held the ace bandages together. They had to be re wrapped every morning and afternoon cause I would somehow fuck them up and they'd unravel so they drove Chris insane as well. (He was the unlucky one to have to wrap and re wrap them)

This time around the horse wrap is the way to go...until it got hot outside on the third day and my feet started sweating and itching and I began figiting and itching. (In my sleep...mostly) Anyway...

I went to two Docs on Friday and the second Doc, the good Doc makes me an appointment to see a dermatologist because my skin is like all itchy and flaky in patches. (My first Doc, whose my regular Doc should have done that, instead he ushered me over to the second Doc, the specialist...)

And if you aren't confused yet. I will try to tell you the whole reason for this blog.

I got a message from the good nurse Jenn to call so I did. I get this twit named Gale who gave me her version of my lab results. A monkey could have read my results better then she did. Bitch Please! She had me freaked out telling me one thing then another about the same damn thing and she mumbled over and over and said blood in urine and come in to see Doc again and she wasn't going to tell me results and wouldn't let me talk to Jenn or Doc. I called again....I got Cock blocked again! Same damn twit. I tried telling her Doc has never left me hanging about my results before and has never wanted me in so soon after an appointment. She still refused to let me talk to who I wanted or to take a message so I called Liz and I told Liz, she all but hung up on me then called back and said my Doc would be calling...and he did!

She went postal!

Thank you Liz, My Hero for the Day!

I have to go in because he didn't answer any of my questions last time or look over any of my concerns. He said he was so worried about my feet that he sent me to a specialist and that he wanted to see me again to address everything else I thought he dismissed the first time. (Well, he never said anything about coming back then so when we left his office to go to the specialist Friday we were confused and thinking he was a quack.)

Sigh...opposing doom lifted....for now.

I am wore out...peace dudes.