quick real life update
Hello, DW! My first lecture tomorrow is at 12am, so I decided to write a quick update on my health and other stuff.
I went to the doctor today and got a blood test. I'm feeling definitely better than I did last week, since I'm able to eat now thanks to the medicine. The doctor says I should keep taking the medicine until next time I see her, which will be next Wednesday. The medicine doesn't have major side effects, although it does make me sleepy whenever I take it - but I'd rather feel sleepy for a bit than not be able to eat anything at all.
So yeah, today I did yet another blood test. Tbh, I could have told the doctor I had a blood test in Italy already, but I figured, what the hell, let's have another one just to be sure - maybe they'll find something that my doctor didn't find in Italy. It was just a blood test anyway, it's not like I was in major pain or anything.
I'm sort of facepalming at my doctor back in Italy now, though. See, since I'm a student here in Scotland, whenever I go to the doctor I don't pay a thing, which is pretty amazing in my opinion - so not only do I not pay for the visits, but I didn't pay to get my blood test, either. Back in Italy, however? I paid 50 euro. Fifty. Five. Zero. Just to give you an idea, with 50 euro I can buy two weeks' worth of food here in the UK. Two weeks.
It wouldn't bother me so much if at least the doctor made me do some useful tests; but no, they were completely useless. I had one thing that I really wanted to get tested - I caught a bacteria back during last winter, I took medicines for it, and I wanted to check if I still had it - that was the only test that was important to me. Did the doctor get my blood tested for that bacteria? Nope. It was just a general check-up. Which, again, I would be ok with, if I hadn't had a general check-up during Christmas which showed that, except for that bacteria, there was nothing wrong with me. And unless I change my lifestyle completely from how it is now, those values are not exactly going to do a super drastic change.
So yeah, bottom line is, I spent 50 euro on a general check-up which I had already done some months back and the only thing that I actually wanted to get tested for, I did not get tested for. Two weeks worth of food literally thrown out the window.
I mean, what the heck is wrong with my doctor? She knows I'm not living at home anymore - she should know that money is the biggest concern when you live in another country and you're on your own. She knew I had this bacteria back in winter. Why the heck did she not get my blood tested for it?! It was the only thing that I was interested in; I couldn't care less about my general check-up. All the times I've had blood tests, even when years passed between them, they were always the same - they all showed that I had no allergies and that I'm perfectly normal. I know I'm perfectly normal, except for this freaking bacteria - I don't need to spend 50 freaking euro to get a confirmation that my body is doing ok!! I can see that with my own eyes, and for free!
But that's not all. My dad told the doctor about the nausea and how I couldn't eat to see what the doctor had to say or if she had any advice. And what did the doctor say? She said I'm nauseous because I'm ~worried~ about something. Yes. I feel physically sick whenever I eat because I'm worried. To which I can say only two things: 1) ok, that might be a plausible explanation, but you're a doctor, not a psychiatrist. I want a medical explanation when I go to the doctor, not something I can get off the internet myself in 10 minutes by doing a research on google; and 2) I'll be honest, I do worry. I admit I worry too much. I've been worried plenty of times in my life, but right now? I can tell you for sure I'm not worried. What should I even be worried about? Exams? I just started uni and they're in December. Essays? Not really, I plan to start working and organising them between this week and next week and I have plenty of time to hand them in. Boyfriend? Nope, I just had a lovely weekend at Andrew's house and if everything goes well, he's coming back on Wednesday to spend time with me again. So what the hell should I be worried about?? The only thing I'm slightly worried about right now tbh is the illness itself, but that's because I know I have an illness - if I didn't have it, I wouldn't be worrying about it! But ever since I've been able to eat, then I won't even worry about it, as long as I take the medicine.
So yeah, tl;dr my doctor back in Italy made me facepalm pretty hard. She's not even a bad doctor, on the contrary, I always considered her to be pretty good, but in this case... I think I'll be sticking with the Scottish doctor, thank you very much. At least she gives me medicines so I can eat and survive the day! Telling me I'm ~worried~ still won't make me magically eat, I'm afraid.
As for the weekend, it was pretty sweet. I stayed at Andrew's house, relaxed myself totally, played Harvest Moon: Sunshine Islands (I'm addicted to this game again after months - I'm getting pretty good at mining, too! My current goal is to learn how to cook wonderful stones and yeah, it's going to take awhiiiiiiiiiiiile. But I like challenges, lol!) and watched Leverage (that's right - I got Andrew addicted to Leverage! He bought me the DVDs of seasons 1 and 2 for my birthday and he really likes it. :D Now, if only his mom would stop calling it "the American Hustle"... it's not Hustle, ok? It's Leverage and it's freaking awesome! lol). It was a pretty good weekend overall. ♥
Andrew also spent the night in my room. He tried to sleep on the floor, since my bed is small for two people (but the room itself is pretty big), but because he had brought the wrong sleeping bag that wouldn't fit him, he didn't really sleep much (and the little sleep he got, well, it wasn't exactly amazing). I had to wake up early to go to the doctor, so I told him to stay in my room and get some proper sleep in my bed instead. He really wanted to go to the doctor with me, so I wouldn't be alone, but I knew he was very tired and needed to sleep some more. In the end, he admitted that he was grateful that I let him sleep, because he was exhausted, lol. I just think it would have been stupid and selfish to tell him to come with me, especially knowing he hadn't slept much. I'd rather he got more sleep and felt better later (which he did), than have him come with me wherever I go, even if I know it's just going to have a bad effect on him.
He was originally going to stay until Wednesday, but he went home tonight instead, so he can sleep better in his bed. Hopefully he'll get the train on Wednesday so he can come and see me, but even if he doesn't, I won't be too bothered about it, since I'm going back to his house this weekend.
Well... that's about it! It's a rather small entry, but I just wanted to give you guys a quick update. Until next time! :D
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I went to the doctor today and got a blood test. I'm feeling definitely better than I did last week, since I'm able to eat now thanks to the medicine. The doctor says I should keep taking the medicine until next time I see her, which will be next Wednesday. The medicine doesn't have major side effects, although it does make me sleepy whenever I take it - but I'd rather feel sleepy for a bit than not be able to eat anything at all.
So yeah, today I did yet another blood test. Tbh, I could have told the doctor I had a blood test in Italy already, but I figured, what the hell, let's have another one just to be sure - maybe they'll find something that my doctor didn't find in Italy. It was just a blood test anyway, it's not like I was in major pain or anything.
I'm sort of facepalming at my doctor back in Italy now, though. See, since I'm a student here in Scotland, whenever I go to the doctor I don't pay a thing, which is pretty amazing in my opinion - so not only do I not pay for the visits, but I didn't pay to get my blood test, either. Back in Italy, however? I paid 50 euro. Fifty. Five. Zero. Just to give you an idea, with 50 euro I can buy two weeks' worth of food here in the UK. Two weeks.
It wouldn't bother me so much if at least the doctor made me do some useful tests; but no, they were completely useless. I had one thing that I really wanted to get tested - I caught a bacteria back during last winter, I took medicines for it, and I wanted to check if I still had it - that was the only test that was important to me. Did the doctor get my blood tested for that bacteria? Nope. It was just a general check-up. Which, again, I would be ok with, if I hadn't had a general check-up during Christmas which showed that, except for that bacteria, there was nothing wrong with me. And unless I change my lifestyle completely from how it is now, those values are not exactly going to do a super drastic change.
So yeah, bottom line is, I spent 50 euro on a general check-up which I had already done some months back and the only thing that I actually wanted to get tested for, I did not get tested for. Two weeks worth of food literally thrown out the window.
I mean, what the heck is wrong with my doctor? She knows I'm not living at home anymore - she should know that money is the biggest concern when you live in another country and you're on your own. She knew I had this bacteria back in winter. Why the heck did she not get my blood tested for it?! It was the only thing that I was interested in; I couldn't care less about my general check-up. All the times I've had blood tests, even when years passed between them, they were always the same - they all showed that I had no allergies and that I'm perfectly normal. I know I'm perfectly normal, except for this freaking bacteria - I don't need to spend 50 freaking euro to get a confirmation that my body is doing ok!! I can see that with my own eyes, and for free!
But that's not all. My dad told the doctor about the nausea and how I couldn't eat to see what the doctor had to say or if she had any advice. And what did the doctor say? She said I'm nauseous because I'm ~worried~ about something. Yes. I feel physically sick whenever I eat because I'm worried. To which I can say only two things: 1) ok, that might be a plausible explanation, but you're a doctor, not a psychiatrist. I want a medical explanation when I go to the doctor, not something I can get off the internet myself in 10 minutes by doing a research on google; and 2) I'll be honest, I do worry. I admit I worry too much. I've been worried plenty of times in my life, but right now? I can tell you for sure I'm not worried. What should I even be worried about? Exams? I just started uni and they're in December. Essays? Not really, I plan to start working and organising them between this week and next week and I have plenty of time to hand them in. Boyfriend? Nope, I just had a lovely weekend at Andrew's house and if everything goes well, he's coming back on Wednesday to spend time with me again. So what the hell should I be worried about?? The only thing I'm slightly worried about right now tbh is the illness itself, but that's because I know I have an illness - if I didn't have it, I wouldn't be worrying about it! But ever since I've been able to eat, then I won't even worry about it, as long as I take the medicine.
So yeah, tl;dr my doctor back in Italy made me facepalm pretty hard. She's not even a bad doctor, on the contrary, I always considered her to be pretty good, but in this case... I think I'll be sticking with the Scottish doctor, thank you very much. At least she gives me medicines so I can eat and survive the day! Telling me I'm ~worried~ still won't make me magically eat, I'm afraid.
As for the weekend, it was pretty sweet. I stayed at Andrew's house, relaxed myself totally, played Harvest Moon: Sunshine Islands (I'm addicted to this game again after months - I'm getting pretty good at mining, too! My current goal is to learn how to cook wonderful stones and yeah, it's going to take awhiiiiiiiiiiiile. But I like challenges, lol!) and watched Leverage (that's right - I got Andrew addicted to Leverage! He bought me the DVDs of seasons 1 and 2 for my birthday and he really likes it. :D Now, if only his mom would stop calling it "the American Hustle"... it's not Hustle, ok? It's Leverage and it's freaking awesome! lol). It was a pretty good weekend overall. ♥
Andrew also spent the night in my room. He tried to sleep on the floor, since my bed is small for two people (but the room itself is pretty big), but because he had brought the wrong sleeping bag that wouldn't fit him, he didn't really sleep much (and the little sleep he got, well, it wasn't exactly amazing). I had to wake up early to go to the doctor, so I told him to stay in my room and get some proper sleep in my bed instead. He really wanted to go to the doctor with me, so I wouldn't be alone, but I knew he was very tired and needed to sleep some more. In the end, he admitted that he was grateful that I let him sleep, because he was exhausted, lol. I just think it would have been stupid and selfish to tell him to come with me, especially knowing he hadn't slept much. I'd rather he got more sleep and felt better later (which he did), than have him come with me wherever I go, even if I know it's just going to have a bad effect on him.
He was originally going to stay until Wednesday, but he went home tonight instead, so he can sleep better in his bed. Hopefully he'll get the train on Wednesday so he can come and see me, but even if he doesn't, I won't be too bothered about it, since I'm going back to his house this weekend.
Well... that's about it! It's a rather small entry, but I just wanted to give you guys a quick update. Until next time! :D
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