I told April that I had finally managed to talk to a tele doctor. And I got six months!!! She responds by 'Yaaayyy! Wait!!! Six months of pills or six months to live!!??' Hahahaha!!!!
My wonderful sister told me to try Tia again but this time ask for a specific doctor she had used, whom I shan't name publicly here, although I am very happy with him.
And it was successful! All he did was read the list of pills out loud, I confirmed and he said okay I will give you three months with one refill!!!! And before you could say 'Bob's your uncle (or in our case both dead and step father Bob)' the prescription was in my email inbox. I couldn't quite believe it! Thank you Kathy!!!!!!
What I liked most was he didn't show any interest in anything going on physically with me. No questions, no suggestions or worries, no prodding and getting nosey. Absolutely my fave kind of doctor. Don't talk about a single thing unless I bring it up first. I have managed to self diagnose (without Dr. Google I might add) every single thing I have ever had. I already know what is wrong with me, via usually talking with people, when I walk into the doctor's office. So do not mess with me and whatever you do...do not touch me.
That being said I have to say female inspections once a year were torturous dreaded occasions. They were equal to a dental visit for horrificness. When I was on the doctor's table I would think, 'God!!! I would rather be in a dentist's chair!" But then when I was laid out, mouth wide open in a dental chair, I would think, "God!!! I'd rather be laid out on a doctor's table!' I still can't pick which is worse. I get the shivers just thinking about it.
The best thing to happen to me was getting a giant partly cancerous tumour in my nethers and by the time they were through with me I wasn't a whole female anymore. And that saved me a thousand worries ever since, not to mention no more inspections. And I have very few real teeth left. Just enough to anchor unfeeling fake ones in there. So the percentage of a chance for teeth problems is lessened dramatically.
Well today is slow roast a pork shoulder roast day. I am going to invent a glaze. I have an apple sugar free syrup (Torani). I will have to use some brown sugar so it will crisp up and burn a little and I am going to add a wee tad of apple cider vinegar and maybe some spices. If I remember I will take a pic. I love inventing recipes, just simple stupid ones. When I read recipes if they are two pages long I eliminate them immediately.
You know I was thinking about this blog. I think you guys know more about me than I know about myself. I am very aware that I lack filters, at least filters in the right place. If ever you think I am out of line or going too far please let me know. I do not have a moderator to keep me reigned in. I do worry sometimes if I have said it too bluntly or too much. You would be amazed at what I don't write about!!!! I think the main reason I was so excited about moving to an old folks home was the plethora of fodder for stories!!!
Well I am beginning to ramble. So I think I shall put a comma in here and take up the gauntlet in a couple days. TTYL and TFL
Here is my chosen piece of advice from Erma Bombeck...my heroine.
'Seize the moment. Remember all those women on the Titanic that waved the dessert cart away!'
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