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Again, the doctor said no. She said as a single mother, she had worked too hard for her medical license. She said I could see another doctor in the V.A. (though, after seeing three with the same results, I have no hope for that, here), or I could check myself into a psych clinic where they would, by the way, tend my blood pressure issues. Neither option is viable. The only thing I know about psych hospitals is that they need to be avoided slightly more vigorously than people should avoid academia (if seeking a legitimate education, only go there to cheat your way to a job you are under-qualified to work... that includes engineering).
I did suggest I would take a water pill I know to have had no ill effects. I am starting to collect fluid around the ankles again (and probably everywhere). No problem with that, but it looks like that is the end of the line there. The tests are back on, I do believe. They want to check my endocrine system. They have never checked most of these things out. There is a chance that is the problem. She so badly wants it to merely be a case of bipolar and high blood pressure though. They all do. It lets them off the hook for 20 years of piss poor medical care, misdiagnosis, and probably an avoidable disability case. She so wants it to be merely my fault. It, trust me, is not.
If those tests, and MRI scan and some other things, do not prove out, it looks like I am at the end of the road as far as medication and medical intervention. I simply do not have enough money at this point to pay for private medical care, which might also include looking for a doctor who would prescribe what works. As my stats spiral in the negative direction, the chances get worse. So, I guess, once again, I am on a death list. Obamacare is what you will all get soon. If you do not fit their program, you will simply be allowed to die, even with something right over there that works. Not for you. Only the bell toll for you.
So be it. I did not expect much today and got what I expected. The water pill should be helpful. My pulse is also high now, probably due to water build up. We will just have to see. That is my day in a nutshell. Oh, but I did stop at my favorite restaurant and ordered shrimp ceviche again. I did not eat anything else there, though I did buy some food to take home. And, on another good note, I was out of the house by noon. I was quite pleased with that, and even got a few chores tended before I left. Yeah, that was good.
Good night.
That you are losing weight and gaining muscle without doing anything particular toward that end is curious. I do wonder about the endocrine angle.
ReplyDeleteHere is what I know: when I take DHEA (which is a testosterone precursor), my BP spikes a bit. I have to take extra Lisinopril to compensate. I wonder if you maybe have naturally high T levels that contribute to both high BP and improving fitness without effort.
Ten to one they find nothing. Whatever is wrong seems to take external cues, of which I know nothing, and seems to come and go. Imagine if you were a carrier for some disease. You go through symptoms occasionally but never get sick enough for it to be treated. Often it will go undiagnosed, so long as most around you are inoculated or otherwise immune and so aren't getting sick.
ReplyDeleteAs well, it is very odd that my diabetes has come under control. I certainly do some things differently, but I am no where near being truly strict. I just don't know. And neither do they. Therefore, like any woman knows, it is my fault. Still, I hate taking medicines, any of them. So, I get to skate with a clear conscience, since I really can't take the meds otherwise. And I don't actually even mind dying. I just think it would be a waste if it is not necessary. (And I don't think it is.)