Good grief. Whoever said the warranty ran out at 40 wasn't kidding.
Today I have spent $100 on meds. That's usually what all my psych meds cost per month. This is NON psych meds I have spent $100 on today.
This morning, I got 13 staples taken out of my left elbow, where I had surgery to repair nerve damage a couple of weeks ago. Then it got worse.
I've been sleeping tons of hours and not having much appetite, but my mood is fine, so my pdoc had some blood tests run. (I have this in another thread if you're interested.) He faxed the test results to my primary care guy, and personally set up an appointment with him for me for today -- I mean, what kind of doc does that for you with another doc? Very cool.
So, I go to see my primary care guy today, who tells me I have low thyroid and am anemic. He writes me scripts for Synthroid and something for the ear infection I also have, tells me to eat better and take some iron, and off I go to Walgreens.
Then I go to therapy. I'm finding it harder and harder to walk on my right leg without pain. Yesterday I scraped it on the side of a car door. It didn't look bad at the time, and it didn't look bad this morning.
I come home, eager to take my first bath in two weeks (with the arm, I couldn't get all the splints and dressings and whatnot wet). As I'm getting undressed, I look down at my right leg, and it is HUGE. There's a little red circle in the middle of the scratch, and around it is about a 12-inch diameter hot, swollen, tender, very red area.
Hellooooooo, emergency room.
Sooooo, they cleaned it out, as it was starting to get REALLY bad, gave me a bunch of shots, 3 more prescriptions, sent me home, and told me to see my primary care guy Friday, which I will now be able to do instead of working because my frigging HR ***** is being a ***** (long story, you can find it in General).
Let's reiterate: arm surgery, anemia, low thyroid, ear infection, cellulitis -- in one day, between 11:45 a.m. and 8:25 p.m.
Is somebody trying to tell me something? I personally think life is random, but good grief -- I'm willing to change my mind, after all this!
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