I went to the hospital this morning to spend time with my dad. He had surgery yesterday. It went well. He has another surgery tomorrow. After the surgeries heal, he’ll need skin grafts. He’ll be in the hospital at least through early next week.
This afternoon, I had a follow up appointment with the ENT (ear, nose, throat doctor). My ENT is in the same hospital my dad is in, which was convenient, because I was planning to just walk over to my appointment, then go back and spend time with my dad after my appointment was finished.
However, during my appointment, my ENT decided I need surgery to correct my severely deviated septum. The surgery is next Friday, the 23rd. He sent me off to get an EKG, chest x-rays, and blood work for the surgery. That took a few hours (because hospital) and by the time I finished, I needed to leave, so I didn’t get to spend more time with my dad.
My fibromyalgia is flaring up very badly right now. I’m in so much pain.
Tomorrow, I have more DBT.
This morning I had an appointment with my rheumatologist. I see her every 3 months for my rheumatoid arthritis. After the frustration of yesterday, today was so refreshing. I wish all the professionals I see were as professional and courteous as my rheumatologist.
I take a combination of medications for my RA, and for now they’re staying the same, but she did a whole series of blood work so she said it may change depending on how the results come back. I’m glad to have my rheumatology appointment out of the way for 3 months. They are always long and she always wants a lot of blood (6 vials today).
Ok, I don’t know if I’d call taking laxatives “happy hour”…
I got a message from the eating disorder center and they need me to get more labs, they need up to date ones. So, I go in to my doctor Thursday and I’ll have her get them then. My first thought was, “when I take a lot of laxatives, my potassium always drops quickly, so I should take ALL the laxatives between now and then so my insurance can see actual proof that there’s a problem.”
So, I’ve been taking a handful every hour on the hour.
I know, I know, this is a bad plan. But I feel like I have to prove myself. I feel like I need to justify this level of care. I mean, am I really sick enough for PHP?
I don’t feel like I am.