Yeah, I'm a little late posting. The rush of doctors appointments have started up again.
Ironically, I've buried myself in stories and editing in between appointments. I don't normally hide from my problems. I just don't want the fear to eat me alive and interrupt my rhythm.
The sad part is that I can't count on the health professionals to keep track of everything. I have to go into each appointment with lists: questions, drugs, messages between the doctors. It's funny how these folks don't like to talk to each other.
It's funnier how they put me in the middle of their disagreements. *eyeroll*
I'm thankful that I've still got my mental faculties. Otherwise, I'd be up a shit creek.
But what would happen if I wasn't?
A lot of folks face this exact problem. DH already had an incident where his dad was going to give his mom a pill to treat vertigo when the real problem was her blood sugar level was crashing. Luckily, DH was there.
And that's the burden of being middle-aged in America right now. We're having health problems. We need to care for elderly parents. And we're trying to launch our children into a world that seems very cold, and very cruel right now.
But in the meantime, I'll deal with the flurry of doctors and try to make sure my health stays clear.
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