I am sure the weather isn’t helping. It’s overcast and feels creepy.
I have been playing phone tag for 2 weeks with the person who schedules specialist appointments. She seems totally worthless in her capacity. I don’t say that lightly :-( Today I got her supervisor who sounded supremely annoyed. I left messages saying my belly is oozing thick yellow goop and I need to be seen at the wound clinic ASAP. My doctor ordered the visit 11 days ago. The scheduler was going to do all this weird stuff and I told her I really wanted to talk to the wound care clinic MYSELF! I have already waited too long. I finally got her to tell me their number.
Of course the wound care clinic folks are not taking new clients and are separate from the wound care ostomy nurses I have seen both inpatient and outpatient so far. How stupid is it that a major teaching hospital isn’t taking wound care patients?!?! The hospital system is quick to do operations because it brings in big bucks. They are less than thrilled about dealing with the aftermath :-(
And about my neck, a bunch of people have said they think it’s my thyroid. That’s what I think, too. I have almost every symptom of hypothyroid. Sigh… I had thyroiditis years ago, and this feels familiar. Sooooooo much of what has bothered me lately would make sense if my thyroid is out of whack.
Today I feel like crawling in a hole and drawing the earth in above my head. My guts hurt, light hurts, my head wants to explode, everything hurts. It’s one of those days that it just all feels like too much to bear.
All day there have been ambulances, fire trucks and cops flying by with their horns tooting and sirens screeching. What the heck? Is the world having a bad day?
Yesterday I am very glad I didn’t go to my usual favorite store…Rancho. I get TRAX right near the new federal courthouse. The federal Marshalls gunned down a gang member there. Going to the other store near the park was waaaaaay more relaxing!
Yesterday I took pictures of some of the businesses between the park and my apartment.
The only one I have been to is the SouthEast Market. That used to be my Asian grocery of choice, but now there is one on the next block from me. Many small businesses are not wheelchair accessible.
The business closest to me is the strangest. It took me more than a year to figure out what sort of business it was supposed to be. I watch all the comings and goings because the view out my window is their parking lot and driveway. It’s J Scott Anderson. They don’t have a website, I don’t see customers. The “storefront” doesn’t say what it is. Let’s just say I have more questions than answers. One of my neighbors went in to ask about a lamp. It was $2000.
There is an internet company that lists businesses. The website for the company is incorrect.
Interior design, huh?
The yellow tulips I like are lining their driveway on one side.
That’s their driveway, looking from the road to my apartment and my apartment to the road. Soon I will move and see new mysteries.