Today, I visited my favorite doctor office. I really love the np who is there. As I was being wheeled to the chair, I was devastated. The guy pushed me to the car, opened the door, and ran over my toes with the car door. I screamed and cried out, "You are running the car door over my foot." I whimpered and said nothing more. He said, "Well, you don't have to take it out on me." This was in a pitiful victim voice. I said in a low tone, "I am not taking it out on you." No, I did not report him. How do people treat people they are supposed to be helping so shoddily? Inside the facility, he made it clear he did not want to push me by his sighing and attitude. I just ignored it. It is his job.
I was given 5 prescriptions today.
Last night, I spent over three hours gagging, choking, and throwing up. The first time this ever happened, I almost threw up on the doctors' and nurses' feet as they stood and looked at me. Somehow, I had to have a shot to settle my stomach spasms or something like that. I had choked on rice, chicken, and soup. It happens often. Yes, have an appointment to see what is up. Tomorrow! The usual cure is to stretch my esophagus. Last time several years ago, it felt as if the doctor did nothing. One of these days, I will aspirate enough or choke to death!
Brain fog, dizziness, and lack of being to speak clearly are making me miserable. I will be glad when the antibiotic takes hold.
It is time for Halloween decorations!!! We did have a dogwood tree to hang ghosts on, but it just fell over one day in the wind. We will figure out where to hang them. I will pay Pedro $50 for an hour to come here and help us. I even have a lightweight pumpkin that will stay indoors in the living room.
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