Great googa mooga can't you hear me talking to you
I spent about 7 hours in hospital today.
It was a unique experience. I had to show up at 6 AM, even though I had an appointment. WHen I arrived there were already over a dozen people waiting in the cold and the damp. At 8 AM we were allowed in. They gave us plastic chits with numbers, like at an old school deli.
I had to go and give blood for testing and pick up my meds. Even though I was number 9 I didn't need to waste energy being nervous. They were at 4 when I got into the correct waiting area.
I waited until 10. See, it's for cheap medical care. I figure they need to torture us this way to make sure we really can't afford doctors.
I got in and got on for the X-Ray machine - the big Sci Fi tube one where you lie down and it rotates up and down your body.
I thought that was cool.
I had about 9 other machine based tests. They kept leaving me alone in the rooms.
Personally, when I'm left alone in doctors exam rooms I presume they want me to play with all the gear and examine all the drawers. THe depth of my exploring goes along with the length of time I have to wait
I didn't find anything to swipe today but I was fascinated with a jar of topical anesthetic. They made it WILD CHERRY scented. You have to wonder if that's for the benefit of the patient or the doctor.
End result is that I've been walking around with a low grade general infection for the past few weeks, which is where the low ebb of energy comes from.
The meds I take that keep me alive are disintegrating my bones! My dream of how they must look is not inaccurate.
They quickly pulled a tooth as the jaw bone has crunched up so badly there was nothing for it to hold on to. Which is why it hurt.
Basically they figure I can go on ten more years like this. That's not such a bad deal when you think about it and think about how much life I've jammed into my time already.
I am worried. I think it's important that I outlive my puppy. I don't think she would be at all happy without me. I think she would be pretty sad.
I have to see the Doc's next Weds for more “good” news. And I have to have 4 radiation treatments. I have to pay for them. They think it will be “only 300 bucks” for the poor and the destitute. That's apiece not for the series. It's a workable figure, I guess. They forget that I work for a living . . .
I finished 54th for the week in the football contest! And have moved up to 134th for the season! I'm trying to finish second . . . that's correct, I want to lose! Second prize is a $1,200 expresso machine I would love to have!
I've been remonstrated for not finishing the retelling of “A Taste Of Blood”, my little western student film. I either can't believe that all (meaning 2 people) are that interested. If you are why didn't you go see it at the Fox Venice!!
I'll finish the retelling tomorrow . . . honest . . . I'll try . . .to . . .
I'm just kind of flat and tired today. I don't drink but the way I feel right now I can't remember why that is.