My liver enzymes were high again - and now I gotta be tested for Hepatitis. WHAT!!!? I hope I don't have that stuff. So while I'm waiting for the results of that test - I looked up info on the net. I particularly like this one websites recommendations for me to call the doctor upon death . One of the "possible" symptoms of hepatitis. But is it the calling or the actual death thats the symptom?
I'm just kinda worried how I'll pay those kind of phone charges anyway - and am wondering if TracFone has service on the other side. I heard Cingular does but don't know of any instances where its been put to the test, but hey - I prefer "pay as you go" over the monthly billing.
So yeah - I may have one or two possible symptoms, but those are "possibly but not sure" symptoms. Anyway - I felt strange like.., my doctor knew somehow that I was seeing another doctor behind his back. I fidgeted. He made a strange comment.., "Didn't I see you somewhere outside this office the other day?"
Cheeze Louise! (i thought) He knows. He saw me go to Dr Krishna's office. But hey - that means nothing. I could have been going to the pharmacy in the same building for all he knows. But wait! My doctor knows what pharmacy I use and that ain't it. "Uhm - I.., I don't think so, Doc. Maybe it was someone else." Doc looked at me with suspicion. "Maybe," he said.
I played the role of a harlot rather well - sticking to my guns, not to be rattled. Yes, it was a dangerous game, but if I held my ground putting on my best poker face I could win this thing. He was non the wiser - or - was he!?
Anywho I didn't bring up the fact my foot was killing me, and I even braved walking into the office without crutches. Crutches I thought I was free from... and thus I cleared that hurdle. I don't want this man treating my foot nor the new doctor because I don't think either one of them know whats going on there.. Cramming my swelling foot in a shoe may have made me candidate for either a brave new tv sitcom or a new resident at the Sunny Brook Mental Institute. Take your pick.
I cowboyed up with the pain (not broke back mountain fashion neither) and sat for about 45 minutes in the doctor's interrogation room. Once escaping the office I hobbled to the car and unleashed my foot from its girdle. My poor foot could breath but was plenty pithed off.
--- More later --
Just keep them prayers coming. Between the foot and now wondering if I have hepatitis is kinda got me concerned. Kinda. Odds are as much as I've been to doctors and horspitals I got it one of those places IF in fact I do have it. **wonders how fast I could clear a room with this one**
PS - yeah and the lab didnt send in the results on the ultrasound for detecting bloodclots. Next week, maybe. Im beginning to feel like a member of the M*A*S*H 4077th where everything goes wrong that can go wrong.
Posted at 03:48 pm - Scribbled out by
Daveman the Cool
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