View from Convento de Cristo once a Templar stronghold

Friday, March 7, 2014

My medical situation has gone from the sublime to the ridiculous.  What started out as, "Wow, all this preemptive stuff keeps people healthy!", has turned to "Not another Freakin' exam!!!".  Way back in the day when I discussed my problem with my family doctor, he sent me to a specialist and prescribed a few tests.  The specialist then prescribed some more tests and sent me on to another specialist who has prescribed more tests and told me to return to first specialist and later back to him again.  At every doctor's office and clinic they flap these little red and white sheets at me called "ricetta" meaning recipe or prescription and each tests has to be done in a different location at a different time.  I have piles and piles of paper all over my desk that are the results of all these visits and tests and they have to be taken or e-mailed to the correct doctor and cc'ed to the others.  This is how they live so long!  They get so damned much exercise and are so busy they don't have time to get sick!  And my little bladder issue?  In the meantime it has slowly diminished and is bearable now and will probably go away on it's own out of boredom.  By the way I am healthy as a horse, have the ovaries of a 26 year year old so , whoopie, can still have kids, and my cholesterol has gone down 88 points.  Still have appointments looming ahead of me and if they order more tests I'll throw myself off a high bridge reducing the need of any more testing greatly...  xxoo me

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