It's official. I'm falling apart at the seams.
I've had three different doctor's appointments this week.
On Monday I was injected approximately 100 times with different venoms and shellfish while I was watched for 3+ hours for an anaphylactic reaction. I left without incident, however all the pen marks and injection sites made me look like I had been hit repetitively with a mace and a waffle iron. Oh, the horror.
Wednesday was my annual "lady doctor" day. My doctor is a dear friend, and I so enjoyed visiting with him. However, the part where I had to get naked, put on a paper blanket and have my "personals" prodded and poked was a little invasive. My good doctor wants to remove some parts...in the near future. I kinda like my parts. I have some decisions to make on that "end."
That very same day I made my yearly trek to the Imaging Center. In honor of "Think Pink" month...I had my mammary glands pressed in a refrigerator door and further flattened with a vice for optimal x-ray advantage. I'll get my results in a week. Joy.
Today was my eye doctor's appointment. I am pleased to report that all is well with my eyes. However, I am a twitch more farsighted, so the strength of my mono-vision contact has been tweaked. This appointment was gloriously brief and painless.
I'm still waiting on my rheumatologist appointment. It was originally scheduled for December 20th...a lifetime for one with rheumatoid arthritis. However, my incessant calling has garnered me a November appointment. I believe if I keep calling...they will finally just get tired of me and work me in earlier...you know, the whole squeaky wheel theory.
Speaking of squeaky wheels...I blather on. It's been a hard week, but I am blessed. And those blessings are what keep me going...even when the going is tough.