More of the same

I saw my primary yesterday. She and her entire family are recovering from a bout of Covid-19, which makes me glad I'm not.

My sorry body was wheeled in by a volunteer. I shuffle in the morning until the first ibuprophen kicks in. I take another in the afternoon. In the meantime, my body is retaining so much water. Bla, bla, bla. We discussed me for a bit and she told me the ibuprophen is the cause of that problem, screwing with my kidneys. She switched me back to oxycodone. I guess the dose has to accumulate for it to be effective. And I just got "off" it, worse luck.

Before I left she gave me a pill to lower my dangerously elevated blood pressure, and it is working, I guess. Frankly, I'm in too much pain to much care. Today at 4:30 I remembered to call the pain doctor, to learn they close at four. Rats.

I did make it to the furniture store where Jan and I shopped for years. I had called to ask how handicapped accessible they were, to be greeted by a ramp over the step up into the store and then a transport wheelchair. I was wheeled from footrest chair to footrest chair, and picked the one I wanted for delivery by 3 p.m.

Am I tired of this nonsense? You bet. Tomorrow I see my dentist. I wonder if she will have a solution! Or the orthopedic surgeon, next week. Or my kidney doctor the week after. I cannot wait to be leveled out with all these doctors! On a fun note, the new (replacement) receptionist at my primary doctor's office had an identical pair of horn rimmed, round glasses, like mine. In four years, the first pair I've seen on someone else.

That's it! I'm out of stuff. Wait, I'm still weaving. Past half done on the current color!