New-to-Me doctors are an interesting bunch: They either discount everything I say and treat me like any other typical patient (never a good idea) or they are so determined to peg me into some kind of category that they miss things. That is never good either. So it was with a leery mind that I followed my PCPs recommendation to follow up with an allergist after things took a left turn for me earlier this year. That horrible blood draw
Tag: celiac disease
She barely whispers “Good Morning” when she comes into my room. She thinks I may be asleep. Most times though, as soon as her key slips through the deadbolt, I am instantly awake. My hearing that acute, my alertness that intense. I let her think she has woken me up, using those few sweet minutes to ready my mind because I know that I take time. She always asks how I spent the night. I actually stop and think about
That one time you were so hangry that you didn’t follow your own pill/medication protocol of cutting or crushing your pills before attempting to ask your spazzy throat to take deliverance of them. And true to form your throat spazzes the f€&k out mid-swallow sending you into a right panic because ALL of the pills (one aspirin and two gel tabs) manage to dam up in your throat tighter than a cork in a wine bottle? But before you succumb
… Sandra. I live, I do stuff and I write about it. Although I should probably write a whole hell of a lot more than I do. Cause let’s face it – the smattering of posts I’ve managed to write would lead you to believe that I don’t do or get a whole lot of stuff accomplished. I write my life in pieces because I don’t think I’m very interesting. Honestly. Or maybe I’m just trying to forget some of
This… has kept me up/fed more than y’all can even imagine.