Corner of Bourbon & Division

I had a very, very busy week last week. I got a chance to work an OT shift and jumped on it, because 12 hours at double time is not something I can afford to refuse. Alas, that meant another two commute days and even less free time than usual, and I ended up letting LJ slide. In situations like that something's gotta give, and blogging gave.

I did go see the doctor last Wednesday, and although the appointment felt very rushed (when I asked for five more minutes to discuss something she squirmed and sheepishly refused), overall I think it went well. Though now I know that when my doctor books "an hour" what she really means is that I'll wait for her for 15 minutes, we'll get about 15 minutes together, and the other 30 minutes are just for show.

She had blood taken for various tests, including a thyroid function test, and I'll find out in about two months what that's about. Having a doctor beats not having one, but I am not enjoying this two-months-between-all-appointments schedule. I was hoping to get this figured out in January, not in June.

You'll be pleased to know that I got all my immunisation boosters while I was there. I am contributing to herd immunity! The doctor tried to tell me that vaccinations were important, and then got treated to my usual rant about people who don't vaccinate their kids, and we both had a good laugh about it. My left arm is still bruised all to hell, though. I think the nurse nicked a vein going in. :/

So for the moment it's more waiting to see if there's anything actually wrong with me, or if I just need to find a ladder and get over myself and stop being such a whiner.

Bean and I went to the park on Sunday before I had to go to work, and had a great time. I haven't had the chance to transfer the pictures over onto my computer, but if you follow me on Facebook there are a few there. Otherwise you'll just have to take my word for it. ;) The last time I took him to the park was in the late fall, and it was amazing to see how much he'd grown since then. Things he couldn't reach six months ago were well within his grasp this time, and there was no question but that he'd sit on the "big kid" swings. He did forget to hold on at one point while I pushed him (gently) and ended up sort of faceplanting into the sand, but he was more shocked than hurt, and after a couple of tears he was off and running again. He refused to slide down any of the slides because they were wet from the early morning rain, but he happily straddled a soaking wet see-saw, so I'm not sure what the difference was in his mind. Either way, the water dried quite quickly.

He wanted to go for "one long walk" after that, but approximately ten seconds later jumped feet first into the deepest puddle he could find. Given that he'd insisted on wearing his canvas shoes to the park, that put the kibosh on the walk pretty quickly, much to his disappointment. It was simply too chilly out to allow him to walk around with wet feet for long. It was also nearing lunchtime, so his attempt to negotiate going home to get his boots and then go on a walk also met with failure. It was a frustrating time for him, though perhaps next time he'll agree either to wear boots or not to jump in puddles. We shall see.

I've been completely slammed at work this week. Just busy-busy-busy, and it doesn't look like it's going to let up anytime soon. I'll try to be more diligent about updating, though.

Hey, if you're lucky, I might make another update about television! I know everyone loves it when I ramble on endlessly about my TV-watching habits.

I thought I had taken an appointment for a check-up. Turns out, the first appointment with this doctor/family clinic is considered a "meet and greet." I was pretty disappointed. For one thing, no hors d'oeuvres, no cheese, no crackers, no veggies and dip, and no drinks. For a meet and greet, it was seriously sub-par. :P

The verdict is "come back in two months and we'll address it then," which was quite frankly not the response I was hoping for. Still, at least it's going to be addressed? Mostly this appointment was about paperwork and taking my non-existent family medical history. It's always funny to see the look on doctors' faces when I tell them I have no family medical history to give them. Closed adoptions will do that, yo.

I suppose that in the grand scheme of things, two months isn't too long to wait, especially considering how long I went without a gp at all. It's because I got my hopes up that things were actually going to move forward, and having to wait another two months before we even begin to acknowledge that there's a problem is demoralising. Another two months of brain fog and pissing off pdaughter because I can't keep things straight in my mind and making stupid mistakes at work, and after that even more time while we wait for test results, which the doctor indicated she would probably do when the time comes.

*sigh*

Well, I'm not the only person with troubles, and mine are lesser than most, so I guess I shouldn't complain. It's just a little frustrating to still be denied answers after all this time.