Friday, we walked with our friends in the 707. Both my asthma and my bone spurs made the going a bit of a challenge. But it was a lovely long and dry walk. Then we came home and I read until lunch time, and then after lunch, I had my appointment with Dr. Shoja.
When I finished with Dr. S., Her Highness and I went to Elder Cedar to walk, and the stream is finally running through the park. As we drove home, the sky clouded over. Damn. The rest of the day was so wonderful, but we are going back to rain today.
I’m a lucky fellow in that I sleep so easily and well. I’m very good at sleeping, and I am not keen to get up in the mornings. With the first contact with the floor, my bone spur foot starts burning; every day, life begins with pain and I’m sick of it. Sadly, however, there is nothing to be done.
My NP said that she’s arrange for me to get a shot. That was months ago and I’ve heard nothing. When the time comes to see her again, I shall ask her if she did, in fact, send a referral out for me. Neither have I heard from St. Paul’s about seeing my HIV doc. I need a prescription for blood tests and my old HIV doc retired. My NP was, according to St. Paul’s, sent a letter advising me to send a referral to transfer me to the new doc, but she never got the letter. Both issues may have to be resolved with a visit to see her.
I can’t believe how badly our health system is working. It’s not the fault of the medical profession; it’s the government’s poor future planning. One must be diligent now to get the health care one needs. Self-advocacy is essential.
When I went out for wood to light the fire at 5:30 this morning, I felt the cold like a knife through my body, and all I wanted to do was get inside and bundle up under the electric blanket and read. I hate being cold. Since today is My Day, if I want to spend it under the blanket, I shall. But Her Highness will, of course, be walked.
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