…And I saw a potential new therapist two days ago. I’m not going to say much about that.
I tried to get into a study, not knowing too much about it, but they decided I was not a good candidate for it. I think they were going to give the participants Prozac, anyway. I don’t want Prozac. But the $125 for four hours of interview would have been nice.
I saw my new primary care doctor today. She is a nurse practitioner. So far so good. Except she said if the edema in my ankles (and calves and all over me) gets any worse, I will have to go into the hospital. We shall see.
Then they stuck me a four times trying to get blood out of me. I know the deal. When I’ve been wicked dehydrated, the blood wouldn’t come out. The phlebotomists were super nice. They knew, too, and offered me water. I drank it. Finally, blood came running out into the tube. How nice.
They want me to fill our a Health Care Proxy. Well, gee. Someone who knows my wishes? Surely, my brothers don’t.
No feeding tube.
No feeding tube.
No feeding tube, please.
I haven’t heard from either brother for over a month. How depressing. My mom called me once, asking for help with her computer. My brother said he’d taken her computer offline and disabled it. So how weird. I didn’t call her back.
Of course, this make me a Sinner in the Eyes of God.
Does God actually even have eyes? How the heck should I know?
A couple of hours after I came home, another doctor called me and told me my blood sugar level was 46. And of course I’m dehydrated. I read online that under 60 is considered hypoglycemic. Under 50 and you can get brain damage. Under 40 and you will lose consciousness. How lovely.
I have a very embarrassing and funny story to tell you all. Later.