Jun 09, 2010 17:17
I spent some of the afternoon (a very short time, luckily) thinking my dad was going to have to put down my dog, that was awesome let me tell you what. I haven't been able to see her since the Christmas before last, and she spent most of that visit at the vet's because of possibly fucking eating rat poison, but we couldn't prove anything conclusively. I was hyperventilating in public because I was worried she would die thinking I forgot about her. C told me something I liked, though: "Dogs are so smart, dude, they know how much love there is without needing to be reminded like we do, that's why they show so much love."
The rash I had for three weeks that I finally went to the doctor for? Came back at the end of the medicine. I called to make an appointment for Saturday (the absolute earliest I could come in) and the appointment setter was a bit unhappy with me. The nurse was more understanding, she gave me a laundry list of symptoms that, if they arise, I need to go to urgent care within a few hours. I had it for three weeks without dying, and it's exactly the same as it was then, so as long as I can survive the itching I think I'll be fine. The PA didn't even seem to know what it was, he just said that sometimes you get a rash and you have no idea where it came from.
But, whatever, I have an appointment on Saturday with an actual doctor and things to look out for so I don't die. Pretty sure I'll be fine. And I'm fine on the medicine (which ran out today), it's just I can tell when it wears off because it comes back. My awesome uncle who is a doctor said that they ween you off the steroid because your body needs time to get back to making the thing it synthesizes, I would assume it's something like that. Whatever. Insurance is great.
shelby,
life