Tom saw his doctor today. They were so backed up that he was there for 2 hours. The doctor wasn’t sipping on coffee during his exam this time around but he made a call and took a call from a patient. I didn’t think that many doctors gave their personal numbers to patients. He wonders if he’s got cancer because of the way he coughs. He did this the first time he saw him but he doesn’t seem like a smoker.
They recommended he take vitamin D and B12. B12 affects memory. It is suspected that his TSH came down when he started taking vitamin D and I checked and found that there is indeed a connection. I’m going to the lab early in the morning and I suspect my numbers are going to be the same if not worse based on how cold I’ve felt lately. Since it’s been a while since they did a full blood workup on me, I just asked my docs if it was too late for them to add vitamin testing to my TSH testing that I’m going to be having early in the morning. If not, I would like to get that tested soon. We have vitamin D in the house. I just keep forgetting to take it. Maybe B12 can help my memory. As long as I don’t take B-complex because that’s what fucked up my stomach.
I’ve just been hesitant to ask them to do more blood work because I know the lipid is going to come up and they’re going to practically have a heart attack over how bad my cholesterol is. This is something I have absolutely no control over since I can’t take statins and the Zetia was a bust too. Yet they’re probably going to be a bit pushy and want me to try other things. Yeah, I know. There’s a slight chance I may not make it to 70. But you know what? Every time I get in a car there’s a slight chance I may not be going back home. Life has its risks!
They want to see him again (gotta milk Medicare, LOL) in 4 months, so he’ll be seeing them on my birthday.
Had some weird dreams that didn’t make much sense. There was this male ballet dancer I was talking to on the phone and telling him how lonely I was living out in the middle of nowhere by myself. I guess I didn’t know Tom in this dream.
Then we were in another two-story house in the mainstream somewhere. The house next door was very close. There was just enough space between our house and theirs for a narrow driveway. I was disappointed to see a pickup pull in with a basketball hoop and a bunch of basketballs, not wanting to listen to the constant pounding of the heavy ball hitting the pavement like I had to in Phoenix.
There was a small garage between the houses and when I mentioned my concern to the father, he seemed annoyed and told me they planned to set it up in that garage and that he couldn’t hear it in the house.
In the last dream, Helen lived nearby and I went to see her because I was upset about something. She was not happy about me showing up at her place. She even suggested I had hidden motives for being there. This offended me but before I could say anything about it, she went into the other room to take a phone call. I wanted to leave before she could return. However, it seemed I suddenly had a bunch of stuff with me. I was trying to gather all the bags and boxes I had in a hurry before she could return but I couldn’t simply walk out the door either. I had to climb out of a window and up onto a ledge that led to the street.