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Today was just full of runaround stupid and I'm really starting to fucking hate Wednesdays.
I had two doctor appointments today. Ugh. Remind me never to do that again. In fact, I'ma go through my calendar and make sure all my damn doctor appointments are spaced at least two weeks apart because UGH. But anyway. This morning was a follow up with Dr Kate about last week's drama (and to dig the stictch from the biopsy out of my elbow because ITCHY). Turns out the lab lost my tissue sample so I have been admonished to come back in the office the second it flares up again and maybe I get a small chunk taken out of a different part of me, huzzah.
At least I have the go-ahead to start weaning off the prednisone, yay.
Doctor #2 in the afternoon was going to my GI for my check in, which I kept because I had put it off a couple times before and I wanted to discuss the rash with him. I was apparently tested for sarcoid before and came up negative (guess I'd brought it up before) so between than and the lost biopsy rash remains a mystery. Game plan for now is to get off the steroid and back onto a regular schedule with my other meds and check back in in 3 months, or before if rash=yes.
I also had to sit and go through my huge file of gastrointestinal fuckery with him because they're transitioning over to digital records and some of my files weren't jiving with other ones. (Turns out a years worth were not, in fact missing, but refiled because I apparently became a different person once I got married. Whut.) While doing this several photographs of my small bowel the night before it exploded cropped up... scary shit I never want to see again.
I had just enough time to scratch kitties and pee before heading back out to bells.... and then home to what would have been a nice evening with the husband and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
deliriumdeva except Moonbeam peed outside the litterbox in a corner of the kitchen and it was pink. Because great, the last thing I needed at the end of my day was elderly cat UTI. Calling the vet first thing tomorrow, and meanwhile kicking myself for forgetting to put down water for them this morning, and having a good old grump about some folk back home and their unwillingness to take care of cats properly.
After all that the fact I got even one row done of beading seems heroic.
4420 / 25840 beads. 17.105% done!
There were nice things about today too. Bells was good and I like our holiday piece. Drew unexpectedly met me in town for lunch off the Amherst halal cart which was soooooooooooooooooo good. I spent much of my day working remotely from the Jones Library, which was lovely. And I continued to unravel bits of code and put it together better today, so it wasn't all a wash. And now I'm going to have a nice shower and maybe watch American Horror Story before bed.
Here's hoping tomorrow is a bit better.
I had two doctor appointments today. Ugh. Remind me never to do that again. In fact, I'ma go through my calendar and make sure all my damn doctor appointments are spaced at least two weeks apart because UGH. But anyway. This morning was a follow up with Dr Kate about last week's drama (and to dig the stictch from the biopsy out of my elbow because ITCHY). Turns out the lab lost my tissue sample so I have been admonished to come back in the office the second it flares up again and maybe I get a small chunk taken out of a different part of me, huzzah.
At least I have the go-ahead to start weaning off the prednisone, yay.
Doctor #2 in the afternoon was going to my GI for my check in, which I kept because I had put it off a couple times before and I wanted to discuss the rash with him. I was apparently tested for sarcoid before and came up negative (guess I'd brought it up before) so between than and the lost biopsy rash remains a mystery. Game plan for now is to get off the steroid and back onto a regular schedule with my other meds and check back in in 3 months, or before if rash=yes.
I also had to sit and go through my huge file of gastrointestinal fuckery with him because they're transitioning over to digital records and some of my files weren't jiving with other ones. (Turns out a years worth were not, in fact missing, but refiled because I apparently became a different person once I got married. Whut.) While doing this several photographs of my small bowel the night before it exploded cropped up... scary shit I never want to see again.
I had just enough time to scratch kitties and pee before heading back out to bells.... and then home to what would have been a nice evening with the husband and
deliriumdeva except Moonbeam peed outside the litterbox in a corner of the kitchen and it was pink. Because great, the last thing I needed at the end of my day was elderly cat UTI. Calling the vet first thing tomorrow, and meanwhile kicking myself for forgetting to put down water for them this morning, and having a good old grump about some folk back home and their unwillingness to take care of cats properly. After all that the fact I got even one row done of beading seems heroic.
There were nice things about today too. Bells was good and I like our holiday piece. Drew unexpectedly met me in town for lunch off the Amherst halal cart which was soooooooooooooooooo good. I spent much of my day working remotely from the Jones Library, which was lovely. And I continued to unravel bits of code and put it together better today, so it wasn't all a wash. And now I'm going to have a nice shower and maybe watch American Horror Story before bed.
Here's hoping tomorrow is a bit better.
