Ugh
This day has mostly been a series of mildly irritating events and one concerning though likely-to-end-alright event.
I woke up at 9:15a (after setting but forgetting to turn ON my backup alarm and SNOOZEing through my first alarm for over an hour, apparently) and panicked because I had a 9:30am doctor's appointment. The office is approximately 12-15 minutes away without irritating morning traffic (I point out the traffic because as my morning commute is typically occurring from 6:20am-6:45am I rarely have to deal with very much traffic and it is disconcerting to me when I am up and about later and encounter it). So that went well.
Made it to the appointment about 7 minutes late, which isn't as bad as it could have been, but is still disrespectful to the office and their time *sigh* The purpose of the appointment was to discuss my chronically low Vitamin D level, for which I am apparently quite resistant to treatment. The fact that I am a vampire who shuns the sunlight and works in a basement with no windows might have a bit to do with it. And I'm fat, too, which usually means higher supplementation levels are necessary. Despite 3 previous courses of high-dose treatment followed by standard supplementation, my levels have been consistently low. So that bought me a blood workup for absorption disorders and signs thereof (specifically Celiac). I would, frankly, be surprised if that were to be the case for several reasons, but it's worth a look.
While there my doc did a mini check-in of my health as my next physical isn't until next April (barring further bloodwork-related issues). Last January we'd removed three items from my "problems" list, and sadly had to place two of them back on (migraines and sleeping difficulty). So that was awesome. We avoided the weight discussion nearly-entirely, which is a relief to me today, and my BP was 118/70. Go me.
So after that I went to the lab (I love my health center, btw. Within the same building I have my doctor, my gym, and laboratory, radiology, and a PT office. All in the same place! I am well aware of how fortunate that is.) The blood draw went well despite not getting the most soothing phlebotomist and the wait was only about 15 minutes.
Which was good because I had an appointment with occupational medicine at work for ongoing issues from a work-related ankle-sprain from back in May. Yes. May. Worker's Comp is such a delight to deal with, yo.
While in the waiting room for this appointment I noticed a text I'd received while in the previous appointment in response to a question I'd sent my sister late last night. My mother laid the news on me last night around 11pm that my sister had "something" on her skin the name or nature of which my mother doesn't remember, and my mother was very worried about because my sister is going to need surgery and further evaluation to ensure it wouldn't "get worse". She called it a "Basil" thing. So I suspected that we were talking about basal cell carcinoma, a form of skin cancer. And it turned out I was correct is my guess. My sister is fine right now, this form rarely metastasizes beyond it's origin site, and though it does need to be removed before it grows, outcomes are very good. So that happened.
Then I went to the next appointment (BP now is 130/80, gee I wonder why), which led to yet more X-rays, which were negative back in May, so I'm not sure what they expect to see now, but okay, light me up. After dealing with construction-related parking woes I arrived at the diagnostic imaging center only to discover that the OccMed doc hadn't signed the requisition, which led to a 15 minute wait for that to be rectified because it is illegal to go ahead and perform the scans anyways (which makes sense, radiation and all, so...). So after getting all tagged in and waiting next to a person who, by the smell of the waiting room, is a very heavy smoker, for another 15-20 minutes, I got the X-rays done. Fortunately I did not get Hulk-ified, but nor did I get a cool Spidey-sense out of it.
Meanwhile, It is now just shy of 1pm and I've yet to have any food. I didn't even have an emergency granola bar in my purse. *sigh* I do not understand people who try to say that providing breakfast in schools to kids who otherwise would not get anything to eat ISN'T going to help them in the long run.
On the way home after a stop by Whole Foods for lunch (no judging!) I went by the pharmacy to pick up my new supplement prescription. Only to find that the pharmacy had called the office to determine if my doc had wanted me to get the over-the-counter D3 supplement (which was ordered) or the prescription D2 supplement (which I had previously used for the last three attempts to boost me up). My doc and I had discussed that, as the D3 is more bioavailable, but the body turns D2 into the D3 (essentially) so it shouldn't make a difference, but what if that is a problem for me, somehow? (I still haven't yet done the research into if that is even possible) Anyways, she had specifically decided to order the D3 (not knowing it was over the counter) to try that. Whoever the pharmacy spoke to in the office apparently didn't ask my doctor this or check the chart and said to go ahead and switch to D2 (most likely to try and save me money, which is nice, but not what the plan was). So I had to go back to the pharmacy to get to the bottom of that issue, refund the D2, and buy the D3. The cost difference? $45 more for the 3 month supply of the OTC med.
Then I went home and watched youtube videos to destress until a friend of mine suggested a froyo trip, which I enthusiastically accepted. So now I am feeling rather more cheery for some hang-out time and marshmallow froyo. I am studiously ignoring the absolute mountain of schoolwork sitting next to me on the couch. *facepalm*
So that was my day. Aside from the sister-worry thing, nothing truly terrible, but progressively more irritating.
I woke up at 9:15a (after setting but forgetting to turn ON my backup alarm and SNOOZEing through my first alarm for over an hour, apparently) and panicked because I had a 9:30am doctor's appointment. The office is approximately 12-15 minutes away without irritating morning traffic (I point out the traffic because as my morning commute is typically occurring from 6:20am-6:45am I rarely have to deal with very much traffic and it is disconcerting to me when I am up and about later and encounter it). So that went well.
Made it to the appointment about 7 minutes late, which isn't as bad as it could have been, but is still disrespectful to the office and their time *sigh* The purpose of the appointment was to discuss my chronically low Vitamin D level, for which I am apparently quite resistant to treatment. The fact that I am a vampire who shuns the sunlight and works in a basement with no windows might have a bit to do with it. And I'm fat, too, which usually means higher supplementation levels are necessary. Despite 3 previous courses of high-dose treatment followed by standard supplementation, my levels have been consistently low. So that bought me a blood workup for absorption disorders and signs thereof (specifically Celiac). I would, frankly, be surprised if that were to be the case for several reasons, but it's worth a look.
While there my doc did a mini check-in of my health as my next physical isn't until next April (barring further bloodwork-related issues). Last January we'd removed three items from my "problems" list, and sadly had to place two of them back on (migraines and sleeping difficulty). So that was awesome. We avoided the weight discussion nearly-entirely, which is a relief to me today, and my BP was 118/70. Go me.
So after that I went to the lab (I love my health center, btw. Within the same building I have my doctor, my gym, and laboratory, radiology, and a PT office. All in the same place! I am well aware of how fortunate that is.) The blood draw went well despite not getting the most soothing phlebotomist and the wait was only about 15 minutes.
Which was good because I had an appointment with occupational medicine at work for ongoing issues from a work-related ankle-sprain from back in May. Yes. May. Worker's Comp is such a delight to deal with, yo.
While in the waiting room for this appointment I noticed a text I'd received while in the previous appointment in response to a question I'd sent my sister late last night. My mother laid the news on me last night around 11pm that my sister had "something" on her skin the name or nature of which my mother doesn't remember, and my mother was very worried about because my sister is going to need surgery and further evaluation to ensure it wouldn't "get worse". She called it a "Basil" thing. So I suspected that we were talking about basal cell carcinoma, a form of skin cancer. And it turned out I was correct is my guess. My sister is fine right now, this form rarely metastasizes beyond it's origin site, and though it does need to be removed before it grows, outcomes are very good. So that happened.
Then I went to the next appointment (BP now is 130/80, gee I wonder why), which led to yet more X-rays, which were negative back in May, so I'm not sure what they expect to see now, but okay, light me up. After dealing with construction-related parking woes I arrived at the diagnostic imaging center only to discover that the OccMed doc hadn't signed the requisition, which led to a 15 minute wait for that to be rectified because it is illegal to go ahead and perform the scans anyways (which makes sense, radiation and all, so...). So after getting all tagged in and waiting next to a person who, by the smell of the waiting room, is a very heavy smoker, for another 15-20 minutes, I got the X-rays done. Fortunately I did not get Hulk-ified, but nor did I get a cool Spidey-sense out of it.
Meanwhile, It is now just shy of 1pm and I've yet to have any food. I didn't even have an emergency granola bar in my purse. *sigh* I do not understand people who try to say that providing breakfast in schools to kids who otherwise would not get anything to eat ISN'T going to help them in the long run.
On the way home after a stop by Whole Foods for lunch (no judging!) I went by the pharmacy to pick up my new supplement prescription. Only to find that the pharmacy had called the office to determine if my doc had wanted me to get the over-the-counter D3 supplement (which was ordered) or the prescription D2 supplement (which I had previously used for the last three attempts to boost me up). My doc and I had discussed that, as the D3 is more bioavailable, but the body turns D2 into the D3 (essentially) so it shouldn't make a difference, but what if that is a problem for me, somehow? (I still haven't yet done the research into if that is even possible) Anyways, she had specifically decided to order the D3 (not knowing it was over the counter) to try that. Whoever the pharmacy spoke to in the office apparently didn't ask my doctor this or check the chart and said to go ahead and switch to D2 (most likely to try and save me money, which is nice, but not what the plan was). So I had to go back to the pharmacy to get to the bottom of that issue, refund the D2, and buy the D3. The cost difference? $45 more for the 3 month supply of the OTC med.
Then I went home and watched youtube videos to destress until a friend of mine suggested a froyo trip, which I enthusiastically accepted. So now I am feeling rather more cheery for some hang-out time and marshmallow froyo. I am studiously ignoring the absolute mountain of schoolwork sitting next to me on the couch. *facepalm*
So that was my day. Aside from the sister-worry thing, nothing truly terrible, but progressively more irritating.