Is There Something Wrong With Me?

I went to the gastroenterologist last week. Today I went to the "lady" doctor. Tomorrow I go to the urologist.

None of these, as I have been trying to tell you, involve hypochondria.

I have gotten shed enough of THE bronchitis that I was able to see one of my great-nieces for the first time and hold her this past weekend.

You know her mama wouldn't let a hypochondriac hold a newborn.

Finally, after wishful thinking, I am getting a new kitchen floor covering. We did an overhaul of the kitchen that many years back, but just didn't  have enough for a new flooring. 

You know a hypochondriac wouldn't wait five years for new flooring. I mean, they'd make up something to get their way - like develop a horrible allergy to the old floor.

Coughs violently then sneezes three times.

Looks like I'm gettin' that floor just in time.

Closed for Repairs

I probably should have put a sign up on this blog, similar to that...

The blog ain't broke, but everything else in my life seems to be.

Daughter has not been well for a few months, and instead of getting better when we go to the doctor, she's gotten worse. My skinny child has lost eleven pounds.

To those who know her, I heard you gasp.

Monday evening she said, "Mama, I can't take this anymore. Something has to be done. I am calling the doctor."

So Monday night we saw another doctor, who believes Daughter has an ulcer. The doctor put Daughter on a super-dooper medication and she is finally able to eat without excruciating pain. The doctor also recommended a few other things, including a G.I. Specialist. We are awaiting an appointment.

Tuesday it was my turn to go to the urologist because of recurring infections and possibly (ha) passing kidney stones. I am now awaiting a call for a C. T. scan. I was placed on medication. One of the medications cost $139.88 (my part).

I need a minute.

Today, it was Mother's turn. Husband and I (he wouldn't go alone with her, read previous blog), took her to an orthopedic doctor because she can't raise her arm, or move it to the side anymore. Her news was her shoulder is not repairable, but the doctor wants her to go to physical therapy to strengthen other muscles to compensate for what she has lost. We are now awaiting a call from the physical therapist to set up appointments.

I guess you could say we are ladies in waiting.

Tomorrow, I get a massage. YAY!

But then, I have to take two of the whites to the vet. Eli needs (okay, no he doesn't, but I won't argue with the law in this blog) a rabies shot, and both he and Lilly need some mats removed.

If I live through putting Lilly in a carrier, Friday we are seeing a comedy at the local theatre. It is a play put on by locals. We are going as part of our celebration of our wedding anniversary.

Lord knows I could use a few laughs.

Anyway, pardon my absence this week, but you see how it goes.

If it ain't one doctor, it's been two.