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Posted on 05/03/2008 8:48:06 AM PDT by HairOfTheDog
Welcome to The Hobbit Hole!
Sing hey! for the bath at close of day
That washes the weary mud away!
A loon is he that will not sing:
O! Water Hot is anoble thing!
O! Sweet is the sound of falling rain.
and the brook that leaps from hill to plain;
but better than rain or rippling streams
is Water Hot that smokes and steams.
O! Water cold we may pour at need
down a thirsty throat and be glad indeed;
but better is Beer, if drink we lack,
and Water Hot poured down the back.
O! Water is fair that leaps on high
in a fountain white beneath the sky;
but never did fountain sound so sweet
as splashing Hot Water with my feet!
Sounds like fun!
I’m completely obsessed with music at this point, so I’m thinking it’d be too much to take on, but I do want to do some writing. I wrote a lot last month and am down to about the final quarter of my 2007 story, so I have that to get done, two older stories to finish, and another for which I’ve only written the first chapter so far.
Sheesh...what a roller-coaster ride! :-\
AAACK!!!
I just got the “will you consider being a cast leader for the Christmas show again” email. That should NOT arrive until after July 4th.
I said, “I’ll talk to you when we get back from the beach.”
Our “meet at the restaurant with the really good wings to talk about why we’re not doing the show” dinner isn’t until August 12.
I guess they plan ahead....
Corin.
Don’t. Do. The. Show.
I’m not intendin’ to. I just didn’t want to have that conversation yet.
Heh. Listening to “Rocky Top” now.
Don’t put it off! Say ‘sorry, no thanks.’
Don’t make us sent G’nad there.
no seriesly, conversation is best delayed until after upcoming concert and cd release...
Ack, indeed! You MUST NOT SUCCUMB!
I went to Doc C. Doc C is an endocrinologist and I was referred to him by Doc B that I went to see in May after leaving Doc A because she wouldn't shut up about my problems being anxiety related.
The very elderly Doc C starts going on about how it all “could be” anxiety related and asking me all the same questions that Doc A asked which I sat and just thought to myself “What the hell?” No, I'm not under any anxiety. Life is going well. No, I'm not under any unusual stress.
He says “You know, I suffered from anxiety and self-medicated with alcohol.” To which I replied “I used to drink wine, but quit when all this started...I don't even drink caffeine now and I miss it A LOT.”
So I told him that Doc B wanted to do some tests...brain scan and kidney scan...but that my insurance wouldn't cover it without a specialist ordering it which is what brought me to him. Doc C says “Doc B referred you to me?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“Oh...I thought Doc A did!” he says...which explained a lot to me. Apparently he'd gotten on the computer and accessed my records from Doc A (they're part of the same system) and THAT was where all the anxiety crap was coming from.
So, I was literally just about to walk out. Saw no point in staying...but he suggested we do another 24 hour urine collection. He said “You need to be off your bp medication before you take the test...it blocks the thing we're looking for.” Lovely, since I've already done this same test twice while taking the medication...
So, I'm now tapering off one of my medications and I anticipate a rocky next couple of weeks while we try to catch the hormones that they think are causing all this.
Not a word about my eye, though...the fact that it doesn't focus any more never even came up. So I came home and called my insurance and asked why they had declined the test when Doc B originally ordered it.
They said they showed no record of it ever being requested.
So I now have a call in to Doc B's office. I WANT A BRAIN SCAN! They think I had a stroke behind that eye and I think they ought to find out!
Wow... ok... just don’t show up at the doctor’s with a box fan.
Right. An attorney maybe, but no box fan.
Take care of yourself 2J.
This is so frustrating.
Heh heh...where’s that box fan...
When I went to get a gift at walmart for our music minister that just got married last weekend, I found myself contemplating whether or not I should get them a lava lamp or a 20” box fan. Literally stood there looking back and forth at the two items.
Got ‘em a gift card.
That is exactly why I don’t like doctors.
Got a mental picture here....g’nad, a sig, and a Christmas play.
It ain’t pretty.
On the other hand judicial use of a box fan would relieve some anxiety....
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