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Appointment tomorrow with a new GP. I have to get this medication mess straightened out, and of course I hope that's all it is. Today's advice nurse suggested Imodium, which did work - so far, anyway. But my stomach is so irritated I can only eat a tiny bit of the same foods. Not much, at all. And this sure isn't a good way to lose weight. I definitely have med withdrawal...brain zaps and all kinds of weird sleep/dreams. To say I'm worn out is putting it mildly. I foolishly googled everything under the sun, so am now fairly convinced I'm at death's door.
I asked David to go to the doctor with me tomorrow, but he said he's too afraid of medical settings. Thanks a ton. Nothing new, there though. I have always secretly called us "Diana and Charles" - long before their divorce. I was her age and David 16 years older. He must have been in love with someone else, because it sure isn't me.
I swear that when I finally do die, the only people who will be at my funeral will be my son, his wife, and maybe my brother-in-law. It's pathetic.
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