Doctors, frigging doctors.
Start a new medication. They tell me, x is a common side effect. Let us know if it persists beyond a week.
It persists. I let them know.
They tell me, Well, if you’re worried about it, make an appointment and come in.
Feels like a bait and switch, you know? I really just wanted to know why they wanted to know – like will I die or something? If I go in, they will tell it’s because of some healthcare rule I’m not following.
But I haven’t trusted doctors since I was 3, I’m probably not going to start now. If you, or your closest family member, is a doctor, I’m sure they’re different. (Not really. But I’m not going to argue about it.)
In other body news – this one is kind of funny – I fell the other day. NO, that’s not the funny part. I’m long past the age of falls being funny and into the broke-my-hip category.
But I fell in our front yard, on our brick patio, flat on my face, barely missing slamming my face into the bricks. Somehow, amazingly, I barely got hurt. I scraped my wrist and one knee. I hurt my left hand, but it’s just swelled up a bit, bruised maybe, middle finger nicely swollen. I scraped my knee – both knees, but only one is worth mentioning. A scrape about the size of a quarter, my knee swelled a little bit, and gets stiff I sit too long. That’s it. I fell face first, flat on the ground, felt pretty shook up, but walked away basically uninjured.
That’s not the funny part either. Wait for it.
MP and my daughter were concerned, of course. MP wanted to get the uneven brick fixed, my daughter wanted to know if I was ok, MP said I should get an ice pack, my daughter suggested Ibuprofen. Somehow, it didn’t feel very satisfying. I think I wanted someone to hug me and tell me poor baby and have me sit down while they got me some ibuprofen and water or whatever. I wanted someone to fuss over me.
But that wasn’t going to happen, so I had this urge to maybe post about it on FB. But – and here’s the funny part – I didn’t want people to fuss over me. I don’t like it when people fuss over me, it makes me feel like I’m old and like they think I’m – well, you know, old. But I can’t be old, because I Didn’t Break a Hip!! But seriously, I didn’t want a bunch of people on FB all feeling sorry for me and telling me they were glad I was ok. The only thing worse than that would have been – if they didn’t feel sorry for me and tell me they were glad I was ok!!
Now that’s funny. But it’s like my Mama always said, ”Getting old is not for the faint of heart.”
I love you people being here so I can dump all my musings – the most random and the ones I hold close to my heart. 💜
(Don’t worry, I’ve already started Preparations, Part 4.)