Physical Therapy

In PT today I learned that the young, cute lil southern belle with the darling accent is really possessed by the demon Pazuzu.  I realized this as she stood over me, screaming, "Are you going to cry like a little girl?  Are you my little bitch?"  while cracking her ID lanyard like a whip.  Then she vomited green bile over me.

This is the first time I ever cried in PT.

Good News

It turned out that my potentially new doctor was an even bigger tool than my present one so I decided to stay with the devil I know.  The guy took a phone call during our meeting, badgered me to hurry up, then abruptly ended the appointment, telling me to make a follow up.

Plus his office staff was really rude.

I will  say this for my present doctor, I needed to have five prescriptions refilled this week and his office got four out of the five sent to the pharmacy before they close of business.  Although, of course, all without returning any of my calls.

But, I said there was good news to be told and here it is:

I had asked for a consultation with a pain specialist and yesterday was my appointment.  I was there for three hours before I got to see her-all of that spent waiting.  The only reason I stayed that long was so I could give her a piece of my mind about leaving me waiting so long.

Anyway, I am glad I stayed.  Not only did she have some strategies to help me, she also thinks I can get along with out my AFOs!  It is going to take some therapy, time, and probably some sweat also, but WAHOOOIE!

In other news, I decided to attend the stone setting at Natasha's grave in June.  It will be nice to see Vermont, especially some dear friends there.

Second Anniversary

This is me, two years ago.  Last year I was jubilant.  Not so much this year.  I have noticed that I am continuing to get stronger (yay!) physically.  Mentally, I am struggling. I wrote some poetry last week and posted it on another blog. When I went back to reread it, I realized that I am a really angry man.  I keep thinking about those days and weeks in hospitals.  In other news, it has been a long time since my last IVIG.  That means I am going to start getting off of the Cellcept and if that goes well, Prednisone.  

And after another prescription SNAFU, I have decided to get a new doctor.  I am waiting to hear back from some one from church recommended.