Health Rant

TMI warning - bodily functions discussed and whining ahead.

I went to the doctor today. I have a head cold and I'm out of atasol 30s. In addition, after I eat I often need to go to the bathroom. It was not my regular doctor and I hated discussing diarrhea with someone I didn't know. However these days I seem to be getting used to it. And now I'm discussing it with all of you.

So apparently it's not good. The head cold? I need to get a chest x-ray because he can't tell me it's not pneumonia. And I'm under strict orders to get to the hospital asap if I keep having diarrhea. And I have a bunch of blood tests to get done. He thinks I might be getting worse again and that I'll most likely need to go back to the hospital and be admitted, perhaps getting the drain set up around the pancreas so that they can remove the gallbladder. Which means possible infection.

This had been a good day. Well, except for the blue flame that'd shot out of my hairdryer before it died. My disability was approved, I got neat samples in the mail and we got our 100$ beer and pretzels cheque. And now... I'm so very frustrated and mad at my body and my health.


Bloody Heck.