The appointment that was scheduled at 1500 with my pulmonary doctor was "postponed" by the office staff because doctor was going off on holidays with his children and family. It really does sound like one of those "awwwwww shucks, ain't that a special thing" for doctor and family. But wait now, no - body or no - one called to inform me of this change. Nope, not even a text or fax or a telegram. I found out by accident, when I called with the hopes I could get in sooner than planned because of these ill's and infections that are kicking my ass right good and proper. If this had been the one time only okay I say, one time okay? But when this has a familiar tone I might have a different flavour in my mouth. This shit bleeding goes on too dang much. Spoke with office manager, whom I've know for decades - same with doctor. But I mean really Honey?
He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, saw me on a last minute basis. Thank You Sir! Diagnosed me with the infection in the sinus and bronchitis, my face to his face and not over the telephone. I got one of his fantastic Jesus hugs! Free medication right there! He looked, probed, listened and listed. Then he ordered CT Scan for tonight but things were getting hectic inside. Sweating, dizzy, nausea and so on. So we will hit the CT Scan in the morrow morning. Thank God , no more pills or medications. Yet!
I had a damned minor slip and fall at He-Who-Touched-My-Brains, office -clinic. I am okay from this - my body is pained and aches because of the infection and meniere's attack, not because I went all gimpy on my doctor.
Shamed myself to deaf! Yet again, what can I do?
Tomorrow brings new light with the new day. So, I say go rest dude. This has been a mighty long and stretched out week. And a mighty long and stretched out day too.
Babe, I've worked my own damned last nerve!
I suspect this will happen as far as the medications tomorrow. When I go see my primarey first thing in the morning. It's the same old dance for me Kindred. Chest X-rays, CT Scan, draw some blood in the laboratory and then this is the special place where everything gets all packaged up nice and neat and all pretty just for me...
...this is where and when I find out if I've been admitted as a guest to hospital or sent home with bottles of new pills for me to seperate in neat little boxes - along with my other medications, so I don't get all mixed up and confused. I ain't crazy, but IMMA Gimp!
God, I ask now, please don't let my primmary drop this ball. I know something has to give in here somewhere - sometime. I just don't want it to be me.
John Wayne, where you at boy?!
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