If you’ve followed me, you know I had a boatload of doc appointments this week all smashed together. It’s over now (for the time being) but there were some takeaways.
Docs are regular people. They are not gods and do not know stuff for sure. Health protocols change and so do their instructions. After 20 years of dutifully taking 1200 mg of calcium daily, my doc advised me to downsize to 600 mg daily. She said too much isn’t good. What? That’s crazy! However, I will save money with that one just like I did when they stopped recommending the daily baby aspirin.
There are always more tests. I was recently diagnosed with a mild autoimmune disease. It’s not terminal, just annoying. It will not change my lifestyle but will make me crankier. However, they want me to have more blood tests to see if there are any “markers” for a more serious disorder. Remembering I have no symptoms except for dry eye/mouth, it all seems like overkill, but I had the tests.
Some things get better, and some don’t. I use an independent lab for my blood work. I’ve never been impressed with the ones associated with our big hospital campus. The wait is somewhere between “way too long” and “forever.” No ability to make appointments and you must wait for results from your doc. The independent lab does all of that – appointments, immediate access to results for the patient and they have friendly Dracula-type folks to draw the blood. At the doc’s urging, this last batch was taken at the hospital lab because it was “in the building.” Nope, had to wait and Dracula was grumpy (although very competent). The only good thing was that I couldn’t figure out how to check in, so I met two very nice women, and we chatted the time away.
Overall, nothing shocking or worrisome happened this week in my health status (unless the new blood work says something different). It all just sucked up a bunch of time. I’m retired and old. I don’t have extra time to lose. I have cats to annoy and naps to take!
To all my Florida blogging friends (Nancy, Marty, Dor and anyone else I may have forgotten — Pix under the Palms is the one I forgot), I’m thinking of you during Ian and hope he doesn’t visit you. Hugs