Just a bit of an update on what's going on here, which is to say, not a whole helluva lot is going on here.
After January's crisis, which brought about the latest diagnosis of reactive hypoglycemia, not much else has been going on here.
Yesterday brought with it routine doctor visits.
First I visited my gynecologist, which was a straightforward annual exam. Uneventful. Thankfully! Love him, we bond over food. Surreal in a way to be carrying on a conversation about me making sourdough and him making pizza, conversation transpiring of course through the duration of my pelvic exam.
Second appointment was with my renal guy, routine blood pressure check up. We chatted about restaurants (and while waiting for him in the exam room, I hopped on Opentable to make a reservation at the place he recommended six months earlier. He was receptive to my ideas about taking niacin, which (as I put it) "...could potentially ameliorate a lot of my issues with proteinuria, hypertension, the kidney cyst formation, as well as help with cholesterol and potentially slow down possibilities of macular degeneration, as well as help with prostaglandins and inflammation." By the time I was done with my schpiel, he already emailed an Rx for niacin to my pharmacy. It's nice to be taken seriously.
Third appointment of the day was later on and with my therapist for a special treat of FACE TIME, as our sessions usually take place on the phone due to time and geography, and since I was in the city for the other two appointments and couldn't make my usual early a.m. phone in session, he was able to fit me in around 5:30 and it was an interesting chat for sure.
There's more existential angsty related bullshit going on and I'm hating myself for being critical, albeit HONEST in an unvarnished truth kind of critical about some people in my life, I just don't think it's productive to rehash it.
Though, for the first time I was able to admit to someone (someone who I don't think judges me, and to be honest, there was no risk in telling her this as she doesn't know my family or co-workers or whatever) but. I was raped about 12 years ago. No further data will be provided about that.
After January's crisis, which brought about the latest diagnosis of reactive hypoglycemia, not much else has been going on here.
Yesterday brought with it routine doctor visits.
First I visited my gynecologist, which was a straightforward annual exam. Uneventful. Thankfully! Love him, we bond over food. Surreal in a way to be carrying on a conversation about me making sourdough and him making pizza, conversation transpiring of course through the duration of my pelvic exam.
Second appointment was with my renal guy, routine blood pressure check up. We chatted about restaurants (and while waiting for him in the exam room, I hopped on Opentable to make a reservation at the place he recommended six months earlier. He was receptive to my ideas about taking niacin, which (as I put it) "...could potentially ameliorate a lot of my issues with proteinuria, hypertension, the kidney cyst formation, as well as help with cholesterol and potentially slow down possibilities of macular degeneration, as well as help with prostaglandins and inflammation." By the time I was done with my schpiel, he already emailed an Rx for niacin to my pharmacy. It's nice to be taken seriously.
Third appointment of the day was later on and with my therapist for a special treat of FACE TIME, as our sessions usually take place on the phone due to time and geography, and since I was in the city for the other two appointments and couldn't make my usual early a.m. phone in session, he was able to fit me in around 5:30 and it was an interesting chat for sure.
There's more existential angsty related bullshit going on and I'm hating myself for being critical, albeit HONEST in an unvarnished truth kind of critical about some people in my life, I just don't think it's productive to rehash it.
Though, for the first time I was able to admit to someone (someone who I don't think judges me, and to be honest, there was no risk in telling her this as she doesn't know my family or co-workers or whatever) but. I was raped about 12 years ago. No further data will be provided about that.
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