Visited with the primary care physician today. Arrived at a wee bit past 10:00, my appointment being 10:30.
It was necessary I visit the laboratory for blood works once I met with She-Who-Is-My-Medicine-Woman. This is where I was very politely treated as a laboratory experiment. I was pricked, picked at, slapped and probed for so long, all I could do was sit there and endure...one solitary tear slipped down from my right eye and was asked by He-The-Marine, if I was okay...
...I was not in a good place, so, no, I was not okay nor in a happy place. The place I have been in, has made me numb to very much...the multipule stabs and steel versus flesh wounds were but an inconvenience. I think I was disappointed from the lack of phsyical pain, actually.
The health of my lungs remain compromised and breathing remains a task. I have been placed on new "anti" medication, this being an anti-biotic. Also, will be eating pearls for the cough and will continue with breathing treatments and other such medications prescribed for respiratory issues.
By the time all tests were done and converstions were had, it was this side of 1300. I don't give a truck full, that's bad timimg - damn near poor timing from any patient point of view. I suspect.
My sister Maria, who just a few days ago said we would spend the day together, could not have expected those words to become so true. Bless her heart...thanks for hangin' in there ole girl, thanks for playing taxi and thanks for the company. Sure came in handy today.
The meniere's has acted a fool today with the continuation of swamp like ambiance and the beep-beep-beeping of a satalite crossing over-head...sometimes sounds too much like Morris Code. My balance and coordination was way off, which requires an added purpose to each step.
The learning curve for me and life is off the chain...
For All Relations, I wish you a very happy and healthy New Year. I look ahead and forward to the New Year. My Path beckons me to continue walking with chin up...I am compelled. Life...
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