Yesterday I had an appointment with my primary care physician. I have to see her every six months, I have blood drawn the week before I see her and we discuss the results and if I have any other issues, I bring them up at that point.
This time around, my blood work was fine, though my B12 is low (it’s in the normal range, but lower than it should be considering that I take a supplement regularly). I got a prescription for intranasal B12, and she’ll recheck my levels again in six months. My cholesterol is excellent, yay!
The main reason I was looking forward to seeing her this time around, though, was because my left shoulder’s been hurting. I honestly don’t know when it started, but I believe it was some time after I had surgery in October. It doesn’t constantly hurt, and it doesn’t affect my day to day life, but I can’t reach very far over my head without pain and if I reach out to the side at a certain angle, it hurts like a motherfucker.
So she sent me for an X-ray (remember the days when getting your shoulder X-rayed meant a trip to a special place? Now they do it RIGHT in the office, and that is just way too freakin’ cool. Hell, my doctor’s office actually has their own lab, too.) and there were no signs of bone spurs (which was my fear) and no signs of arthritis. She poked around at my arm and determined that it was a soft tissue/ tendon issue. Then she had me move my arms around like a goober (well, she wasn’t all “Be a goober!” because that’s my default state, of course) and she said that the limitations on that arm were significant enough that she’d recommend a trip to the physical therapist.
They made an appointment for me with a physical therapy center for Wednesday, and off I went with my prescriptions and stuff. I stopped and dropped my prescriptions off at the pharmacy, and by the time I got home – 15 minutes after I left the doctor’s office – I had a message waiting for me from the physical therapy place asking me to call. As it turned out, they needed to change my appointment to this afternoon instead of tomorrow, which works just fine for me. I’d like to get this painful shoulder nonsense done and over with, please.
Speaking of the pharmacy, they put a pharmacy in right down the road from our house. In fact, I could step out on the front porch and see it from there. It’s right next to the dollar store, and while I never would have expected a pharmacy to open up in our tiny town, I’m glad that it did. The pharmacy I’ve been using, which I will not mention the name of but it’s located in my favorite grocery store, employs this BOY that I don’t like. He’s jokey and weird and I always want to smack him right upside the head because he thinks he’s HI-larious and he MUMBLES (oh, shut your face, I know I’m old and probably going deaf, but excuse me – YOU WORK WITH THE PUBLIC(X) AND I CANNOT BE THE ONLY OLD AND DEAF PERSON WHO VISITS YOUR PHARMACY, YOU FUCKING WHIPPERSNAPPER) and I just DO NOT LIKE HIM and so I am thrilled to have a pharmacy so close that is staffed by adults and that I can support a local business.
Now, if they’d just put in a pet store right across the street, I might never have to leave Smallville again.
PS: I adore my doctor. My only concern is that she and my gastroenterologist are both the same age as I am. Which is going to be interesting when we’re all 85 years old.
PPS: According to the informational flyer I got from my doctor about the intranasal B12, one of the signs of low B12 is “beefy red tongue.” I don’t know why, but that made me giggle. Then I said to Fred “Is my tongue beefy?” and he said “No, it’s just big-boned.” HA.
Playing with the feather teaser in the hallway – and Miz Poo gets involved!
And here comes Sugarbutt.
Got it!
Check out the fearsome claws.
Sugarbutt gets involved. The look that Everett is giving Suggie cracks me up. It’s very “Hello…. NEWMAN.”
I can’t stand how gorgeous Everett is.
Sally gets involved.
I wish Lucy had made it into this picture!
Spanky would like to know just what it is you want.
“I don’t know who keeps ripping up that scratcher, but it ain’t me.” Uh huh, sure it isn’t.
Previously
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: “Wouldn’t it just suck if I popped my contact out of my crazy zombie eye and my cornea popped off with it?!”
2007: Spring, where art thou?
2006: No entry.
2005: Hey, can you eat raw kale?
2004: No entry.
2003: My whole life is a vicious circle, really.
2002: No entry.
2001: I mean, what the fuck did I do?
2000: Yeah, I know, woe is me.