Doctor's appointment
Well, had my doctor's appointment today. @_@ My actual doctor wasn't there so, I saw a Dr. Valar, who was nice but, I wanted my doctor. (I feel more comfortable with a female doctor, she's known me for ten+ years now and.. well, yeah, she's one doctor I don't feel uncomfortable with touching me.)
"So, did you find anything out from this visit?"
That was Mom.
"Yeah; they gave me the jerk-off runaround that basically says they don't know what the fuck is going on with me."
That, in case you can't tell, is me.
So I'm going on some medication (same kind I was taking for the rest of May and into June and a little of July before I said fuck it and quit because it wasn't working) for three weeks at a higher doseage and "calling back" to "see if it helps with any of the pain." @_@ The thing the medicine will help? Is my dad. He has the heartburn and acid reflux; not me. Mom was ready to smack the guy for not listening to me, the words "pain", "stomach" and "can't eat without feeling nausous" apparently are the only things this douche bag heard from my 10 minute explaination WITH Mom doing back up with the medical knowledge she has from her own experiences.
Because, you know, someone who's actually having the pain can't possibly know what in the flying fuck the difference between the kinds of pain. There's just no way we can compare to someone who's had all that medical training and knows that the medication is what's right to do; even when told the medication doesn't fucking work.
/end bitchy sarcasm.
Mom swears it's the gall bladder and ranted to me about how she wanted to slap the doctor I was meeting with because he wasn't listening to his patient. She's going to contact my uncle Scott (he's a doctor too AND he's not in debt hell 'cause he got his college paid for so, nyah on you bastards at Kaiser!) and talk to him about it all to see what he thinks.
I've lost more weight; 6 more pounds god-fucking-dammit. I'm 144, almost 143. I want my size twelve ass back! I had an ass J-Lo couldn't even begin to envy. >.< I had my curves the way I liked them!!!
I coulda slapped a nurse/doctor today.
Oh sure she was nice and brisk in that business-like way that reminds me very very much of a no-nonsense mood Iza but.... fucking, OW. Iza's muttering about how she'd like to show the woman how to take blood properly. I told her that animals and people are completely different when it comes to drawing blood but, she told me in her very sarcastic way that I should have hissed, growled and/or bit the woman after she quit paying attention and, I don't know what happened, I was looking away until she jerked and jabbed the fucking needle deeper into my arm.
And yes, there was a nice little steady dribble of blood there while she fumbled for a square of gauze.
So 4 big vials of blood later (not kidding, these things were like the size of my middle finger with another little section the size of the top of my pinky added to the length.) and she informs me I have to do the urananalysis.
...peeing in a fucking cup is one of the most degrading things for some reason, I hate it with a passion.
Now I'm going to quit being bitchy, because Iza is kicking me in the head to go over and post for Gods' sake because Kira's driving her batshit crazy with boredom.
"So, did you find anything out from this visit?"
That was Mom.
"Yeah; they gave me the jerk-off runaround that basically says they don't know what the fuck is going on with me."
That, in case you can't tell, is me.
So I'm going on some medication (same kind I was taking for the rest of May and into June and a little of July before I said fuck it and quit because it wasn't working) for three weeks at a higher doseage and "calling back" to "see if it helps with any of the pain." @_@ The thing the medicine will help? Is my dad. He has the heartburn and acid reflux; not me. Mom was ready to smack the guy for not listening to me, the words "pain", "stomach" and "can't eat without feeling nausous" apparently are the only things this douche bag heard from my 10 minute explaination WITH Mom doing back up with the medical knowledge she has from her own experiences.
Because, you know, someone who's actually having the pain can't possibly know what in the flying fuck the difference between the kinds of pain. There's just no way we can compare to someone who's had all that medical training and knows that the medication is what's right to do; even when told the medication doesn't fucking work.
/end bitchy sarcasm.
Mom swears it's the gall bladder and ranted to me about how she wanted to slap the doctor I was meeting with because he wasn't listening to his patient. She's going to contact my uncle Scott (he's a doctor too AND he's not in debt hell 'cause he got his college paid for so, nyah on you bastards at Kaiser!) and talk to him about it all to see what he thinks.
I've lost more weight; 6 more pounds god-fucking-dammit. I'm 144, almost 143. I want my size twelve ass back! I had an ass J-Lo couldn't even begin to envy. >.< I had my curves the way I liked them!!!
I coulda slapped a nurse/doctor today.
Oh sure she was nice and brisk in that business-like way that reminds me very very much of a no-nonsense mood Iza but.... fucking, OW. Iza's muttering about how she'd like to show the woman how to take blood properly. I told her that animals and people are completely different when it comes to drawing blood but, she told me in her very sarcastic way that I should have hissed, growled and/or bit the woman after she quit paying attention and, I don't know what happened, I was looking away until she jerked and jabbed the fucking needle deeper into my arm.
And yes, there was a nice little steady dribble of blood there while she fumbled for a square of gauze.
So 4 big vials of blood later (not kidding, these things were like the size of my middle finger with another little section the size of the top of my pinky added to the length.) and she informs me I have to do the urananalysis.
...peeing in a fucking cup is one of the most degrading things for some reason, I hate it with a passion.
Now I'm going to quit being bitchy, because Iza is kicking me in the head to go over and post for Gods' sake because Kira's driving her batshit crazy with boredom.