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Nov. 17th, 2016 03:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckSo, yes, my doctor agrees that I have tendonitis in all three places where I told her I have it. She gave me some exercises for my Achille’s tendon and referred me to orthopedics for my hands. It’ll take months to get that appointment, so the odds are good that I’ll be recovered by then, but it would suck to still be having problems three months from now and only then start waiting for an appointment. I’m to see if wrapping the ankle helps me walk with less pain, too. I’ll try that this evening when we go to Cordelia’s school.
She also wants me to do a sleep study. The last time I did one was 2000, and I was about sixty pounds lighter then. She thinks, looking at my throat, that I may now have some flavor of apnea and that that’s why I’m always tired. I pointed out that I’ve always been tired, going all the way back to high school when I weighed 125 pounds, and the results of the sleep study in 2000 were quite firm that I didn’t have any breathing issues.
And because there’s some law of the universe that governs when such things arrive, I got a letter from Social Security informing me that I have an appointment to see someone who will evaluate my mental health. Naturally, it was at exactly the same time as another medical appointment I had scheduled. Because of course it had to be. I rescheduled my psychiatrist because I was absolutely certain that would be easier than rescheduling the other appointment.
If there was a way to get out of going to Expo tonight that wouldn’t involve upsetting Cordelia, I’d be so very, very tempted to do it. Maybe I should take an Ativan now instead of waiting until right before we go. I didn't take one before my appointment with my primary care doctor because I knew I'd need it more for this evening. If I'd been taking the bus, I'd have had to anyway, but I can't currently walk that far, so I took a cab.
She also wants me to do a sleep study. The last time I did one was 2000, and I was about sixty pounds lighter then. She thinks, looking at my throat, that I may now have some flavor of apnea and that that’s why I’m always tired. I pointed out that I’ve always been tired, going all the way back to high school when I weighed 125 pounds, and the results of the sleep study in 2000 were quite firm that I didn’t have any breathing issues.
And because there’s some law of the universe that governs when such things arrive, I got a letter from Social Security informing me that I have an appointment to see someone who will evaluate my mental health. Naturally, it was at exactly the same time as another medical appointment I had scheduled. Because of course it had to be. I rescheduled my psychiatrist because I was absolutely certain that would be easier than rescheduling the other appointment.
If there was a way to get out of going to Expo tonight that wouldn’t involve upsetting Cordelia, I’d be so very, very tempted to do it. Maybe I should take an Ativan now instead of waiting until right before we go. I didn't take one before my appointment with my primary care doctor because I knew I'd need it more for this evening. If I'd been taking the bus, I'd have had to anyway, but I can't currently walk that far, so I took a cab.
