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May 2nd, 2008

cjsmith: (caduceus)
Friday, May 2nd, 2008 08:19 am
Feet:

Called the NY doctor to plan trip.
He said he wanted me there for two weeks.
I said AAAAACK!
He said oh okaaaayy, get these three tests done locally, and then we'll make plan B.

So I have an appointment with my GP on Monday, and I have a prescription mailed from New York for these tests. I am scared to think what they will all cost.

Other, also mostly feet:

I switched gynecologists because mine closed his practice.
My new doc wanted a glucose tolerance test, with several other tests thrown in.

She also wants me tested for Lyme Disease, which I will go do as soon as either of my arms heals up. Lyme can attack joints and show nothing on an MRI. Lyme is also one of those lifelong diseases: once you've got it, you're forever waiting for the next flareup. Lyme is best treated immediately. Me, if I do have it I've had it for seventeen years. Not much hope there. I'm torn between hoping I don't have it, because goodness knows I don't need another lifelong health problem, and hoping I do, because if my foot problems are Lyme then what I have is something doctors have heard of. That alone would have immense value.

She also gave me injectable B-vitamin supplements. I am getting better about needles, really I am. I didn't get woozy at all during the glucose tolerance test. I even know how to do subcutaneous injections. I've done them for years on my cat. I know how to prepare the syringe. I have alcohol swabs. So I sat there looking at the needle in one hand and the fold of my own skin in the other... and stayed that way for about twenty minutes before I gave up. It's just not going to happen. I think I will ask a diabetic coworker and see if she's willing to be on the other end of the syringe for my first one. :-( [edit: She was. It went fine. I am so grateful!]
cjsmith: (Default)
Friday, May 2nd, 2008 10:51 am
Background: My sister-in-law knits. I do not.

Rob: [looking at mail] You got some kind of envelope or something.
Me: Um, that certainly narrows it down.
Rob: It's handwritten. It's from a person, not a company.
Me: I got mail from a person? Huh...
Rob: It's one of those yellow padded envelopes.
Me: ... OH I KNOW what that is! It's YARN!!
Rob: Like we really needed some of THAT.
Me: It's pretty. I'm going to give it to Rosemary.
Rob: [relieved] Oh, okay.

Heh. He had exactly the stereotypical reaction to yarn coming into the house... and he's not even partnered to a knitter. I could hear his eyes rolling from the next room. He and my brother should chat. :-)