So, I saw the doctor. And um, she's so good. We went through all the updates from the doctors Ive seen since I saw her last, 4 specialist in around a week and she's a lot to speed now. There was a lot of information to get through and she had some stuff of her own so it was like 15 to 20min just of that.
I spoke to her about a Diabetes medication thats also used for weight loss. I was concerned about doing it because I might need it later with my Diabetes but it dawned on me that if I lost weight and got healthier then I likely wont need to be using it for that purpose. I picked that up tonight and will start today.
My GP is pregnant and will be going on materity leave soon. So we talked about who can take over from here. The two I had considered are leaving so Im going to move over to one I havent seen before. It has to be a female do to my complex PTSD. I cant talk to males about, well anything much really, I dont like it, I dont trust them.
I trialled an speach to text app for this and Im rather underwhelmed I mean a lot of it was just missing but what was there made little sense and had to be rewritten. I have another couple to try, hopefully they will be better.
Dads really ticked me off, so I saw the doctor about my sleep. Im off for an inhospital sleep study with some extras thrown in, like a blood gas and a few other things. I have to have some other blood test soon but I have to fast for it. Shes not keen on the medication I use for restless legs, long term use can make it worse. So, once Ive had my tests shes going to look at changing that. She didnt want to make any diagnoses but did say I have some form of insomnia, which is kinda obvious, I dont sleep more than a few hours a day. Im not allowed to drive long distance anymore, Im allowed to drive short distance and if its needed, like doctors and stuff.
I didnt note down that I needed my extra pain killers when I went to the GP today. So, Im without anything but my base pain meds and my back is so bad, plus I have a bit of withdrawals. My memory is really bad lately, Im noting, making todo lists and reminders galore on my tablet & phone and if its not on there, its not getting done and Id have no idea. I mean you would think the pain would highlight the need but Im in pain so often and so much its not out of the ordinary for me.
Tomorrow Im having the injection into my shoulder to try and deal with this boil thing on my shoulder bone. Im not overly concerned about it but I have 2 other appointments after that and Im hoping the pain isnt too bad after to deal with the appointments. I hope the relief is pretty quick to come along. I got sick of hearing about the damn printer, it just needs an extension cord to be bought for it. So for the overly expensive cost of $6 I got one today and put it under the table and plugged it up. I set my phone to it but I havent been able to get my tablet to sync.
My legs and feet have swollen a heap, they are pretty damn sore, its like waking on memory foam pillows.
So with all that in mind, Ive been out at doctors for 5hr of the day, Ive had 21 hours sleep in the last week. He says to me when I get home we have some paper work to do tonight. I really didnt know or care what he was on about but I went off into what I needed to get done before bed, as I really want to go to bed on time tonight, not that it matters, Ill just wake at 1am. Im wandering around doing the things I need to, my legs, back and shoulders are all killing me. I sat down to do something on my tablet and Dad just walks over with his laptop in hand and comes to put it in my fn face. I calmly had a crack at him. How hard would it be to say are you free now? or when would you be free? But no he just barges into my world expecting to take over.
I finished what I was doing and showed him, again, how to upload a file. The guy can work out how to create a secret email account etc but upload a file is too hard. I gave him back the laptop and he was like, what and I said I dont want to do it. You can, I just showed you. He then proceeded to winge like a child about having to do it himself and he messed up once and that was it he didnt do it anymore. I cracked it and said that Im on no pain killers, I dont have the temperment for this and his responce was that he didnt either. Well, its not a job for me because you dont feel like it. I ask for help because I physically cant do stuff, not because I dont want to. I also ask, I dont demand, I dont just barge on in trying to take over and deciding that what Im doing has no value to him so therefore no value at all. Even if I was feeling ok, Id probably tell him I wasnt doing it because he offended me so much. Be polite, be respectful. I ask, I give the option not to say yes, but seriously just ask me.
To rub the disrespect in, Ive just gone to get a ginger beer to settle my stomach and hes taken one, without asking. These are the diet versions, that I buy for myself. Yes Im borrowing money from him but I have to repay that with interest, its not that hes given it to me. I buy enough stuff for a week, thats my budget now, if hes gonna start nicking stuff, thats not going to work. A quick call or message, its not life and death he could have waited but no, hes entitled to whatever he wants. Even it that is me and my time. I ask everyone if Im going to use any of their stuff but I dont get the same respect.
That was my wind down alarm, Ive started that recently to help me prepare to go to bed. So, Im gonna stop writing