The midday sun cast its light onto my car as I wrote out my story of pain into the notes application on my iPhone. From blood in my stools three or four times in the last month; to the sharp sensation of pain firing across the muscles in my hands, arms, shoulders, neck, and upper back: I referenced what I could and on what dates I had experienced different symptoms. My intention was to print it and bring it with me to my wound care appointment, but I wasn’t able to do it because the errands I was running took too long and I didn’t have enough time to run home and print it out.
So I went to my wound care appointment without the information. Which ended up being okay. I updated the nurse about the continuing pain, which I had originally mentioned to her last week. I told her how the antibiotics might be causing the symptoms due to a conflict with my antidepressant, and that the pharmacist had said to go to the ER if the pain continued. Ultimately, she concurred with the pharmacist: going to the ER would allow them to run a gamut of tests quickly to help pinpoint the problem. More quickly than trying to see the wound clinic physicians or even my primary care physician. She said it was important to go, especially since I have had a history with diabetes, high blood pressure, and of course, stroke.
Today, my toe looked a bit more bloody. But the nurse wasn’t too concerned. I felt a little down, knowing more time would pass until I got answers as to what was wrong with me. But it wouldn’t be tonight, as I had to get dinner for Mum when I finished up at the hospital. Maybe on Wednesday I could go: I don’t know. I resurrected a letter I had started writing my strata last year, and know I’ll need to finish that tomorrow. I’ve also booked a ticket for DUNE 2 on the IMAX for Thursday at Noon, the last showing for it in that format. I haven’t even seen the first DUNE, nor the original 1980s version (the extended cut arrived on the weekend). I’ve listened to about six hours of the audible version, it’s twenty-two hours in total! And I watched a documentary called Jodorowsky’s Dune about a scrapped 1970s movie by director Alejandro Jodorowsky.
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