I finally managed to escape the clutches of the do nothings and I am on my way tomorrow to a doctor that hopefully will actually ingest the actuality of the totality of the torturing symptoms I have dealt with for..oh how long is it now? Maybe this is the doctor that will be able to ingest and logically process information to reach a legitimate diagnosis. I hate the sorts that use a one symptom fits all methodology. If a doctor only counts one thing in reaching a diagnosis or throws a symptom of something as a diagnosis, I am not impressed. It's been a long time since I had a really good day or a good doctor. The thing that I hate most is a problem not solved. Imagine if I had been diagnosed with a really bad stomache ache based on my presenting symptoms when I had appendicitis! I sure wouldn't be here writing to you now! I am forever greatful to the sensible doctor of the E.R. on that day. Good thing she wan't like a certain nurse practitioner of the past! I presented with atypical pain when I had appendicitis, and had actually had a couple of prior episodes before the final biggy hit. I did go to the E.R. once before..after the attack had passed..and I was sent home after a blood letting and a bit of monitoring. Common ailments don't always behave the same way in different bodies. Uncommon ailments are often considered impossible by some 'professionals'. That thinking frustrates me too.
Who knows? Maybe I will finally be put on the path to sit ability again. If you are not able to sit and read this, I empathise! I admit to dark jealousy when I see the people riding the scooters in Walmart, as I move my legs with pain. No, it isn't nice of me to be feeling that way, but heck, when I positively have to go in the place for that one indispensable item that is found for no better deal elsewhere because I have no one to go and do it for me..yeah, I do. I get jealous. I get peevish, and I get back home as soon as I can and I forgive myself for the burst of jealousy. I often fantsize about magic carpets, and how wonderful it would be to have one.
Who knows? Maybe I will finally be put on the path to sit ability again. If you are not able to sit and read this, I empathise! I admit to dark jealousy when I see the people riding the scooters in Walmart, as I move my legs with pain. No, it isn't nice of me to be feeling that way, but heck, when I positively have to go in the place for that one indispensable item that is found for no better deal elsewhere because I have no one to go and do it for me..yeah, I do. I get jealous. I get peevish, and I get back home as soon as I can and I forgive myself for the burst of jealousy. I often fantsize about magic carpets, and how wonderful it would be to have one.
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