I think I gave Sherry the blahs. Sorry, love.
Well, I haven't gone to the doctor yet. Yeah, yeah.
Last Thursday was impossible since I was extremely high on painkillers.. and there's a distinct lack of chauffeur in my wallet. Also, I couldn't really move.
Friday, post-painkiller-puking, I just hurt and wasn't going anywhere.
Weekend, horrible urgent care experiences this year have lead me to hate those facilities. My pain was less urgent, and in the event it once again becomes so, I'll find a fucking hospital.
Yesterday, I called my primary care office. The PA I've seen since I've had a primary in Arizona is now gone, and the doctor she was affiliated with is booked up until after the apocalypse. I have this issue called trust and am not going to waste my time developing a new relationship with a new provider at a doctor's office that is more than a half hour away from my home.
So, this week's agenda includes finding a new doctor. 'Cause I need one and 'cause my mom is worried about me. I've had more than one person tell me that my pain is a result of sciatica, and frankly that does freak me out a little. I want to take care of it now before it gets worse. I had never had a muscle spasm like I did last week and I reeeeeally don't care to have another one.
Oh, and to top everything off that's been going on, food hates me. If it's going to make me miserable, no matter what I eat, I'm having pizza for breakfast.
Anyway, that's all I've got today. You?