Yesterday's appt. with the specialist was a disaster. He totally disagrees with my GP. He is also a totally arrogant asshole who did not take an adequate medical history nor allow me to talk about what was really going on with me. Condescending bastard. He wants to take a "wait and see" approach, which, when I had discussed that approach with my doctor, he had said that was absolutely not an option with my blood work looking as it does.
Let's just say that my doc and I have been through hell and back several times, and he has saved my life on multiple occasions, so I don't care if the other guy is the freakin' specialist, I'm going for another opinion now. (There is also a hidden story here I'm not telling because frankly, it's just too disgusting to talk about, but I'll sum it up in one word, "GREED").
So I have another referral, and I have to call on Monday to make an appt. to see that specialist sometime soon. I'm just ticked off that I couldn't get it done yesterday, since I had taken the day off to take care of things. While I've decided that I won't let work deter me from taking the most drastic treatment option, that doesn't mean I'm not trying to disrupt work as little as possible.
S has been wonderful, even though he's had a lot of job challenges this week himself. He's exhausted, and I worry about him getting sick because he worrying about me. He had a hellish night at the airport last night, so we didn't get to see each other, but that's just the way it goes sometimes. I just get really depressed when thinking about the "rest of your life" kind of scenarios however, because I'm just not really sure I have all that much time left.
I am going to finish the corporate taxes this weekend, get my hair cut/colored again, revise my will, prepare a medical power of attorney and just basically get my shit together. I have so many decisions to make, I have no idea where to begin. One of the things I need to do is take a household inventory, for both insurance and estate purposes. If anyone wants to volunteer to help me take care of that and come by my house while I cry a lot, feel free.
Ciao for now
Let's just say that my doc and I have been through hell and back several times, and he has saved my life on multiple occasions, so I don't care if the other guy is the freakin' specialist, I'm going for another opinion now. (There is also a hidden story here I'm not telling because frankly, it's just too disgusting to talk about, but I'll sum it up in one word, "GREED").
So I have another referral, and I have to call on Monday to make an appt. to see that specialist sometime soon. I'm just ticked off that I couldn't get it done yesterday, since I had taken the day off to take care of things. While I've decided that I won't let work deter me from taking the most drastic treatment option, that doesn't mean I'm not trying to disrupt work as little as possible.
S has been wonderful, even though he's had a lot of job challenges this week himself. He's exhausted, and I worry about him getting sick because he worrying about me. He had a hellish night at the airport last night, so we didn't get to see each other, but that's just the way it goes sometimes. I just get really depressed when thinking about the "rest of your life" kind of scenarios however, because I'm just not really sure I have all that much time left.
I am going to finish the corporate taxes this weekend, get my hair cut/colored again, revise my will, prepare a medical power of attorney and just basically get my shit together. I have so many decisions to make, I have no idea where to begin. One of the things I need to do is take a household inventory, for both insurance and estate purposes. If anyone wants to volunteer to help me take care of that and come by my house while I cry a lot, feel free.
Ciao for now