I have been sickly again. I'm not complaining, just informational ya'll. This is my third bout with "pneumonia" in less than 8 months. Well to be perfectly honest with you, I don't think so, I mean the diagnosis.
You all know that I hate...shame on my name, doctors. I don't exactly have a deep respect for their occupation.....because I believe for many, they are just going through the motions....not called to healing as a passion. At least the ones I have come into contact with lately.
When I was a kid, my Mother was always taking me to the doctor. I think she had a crush on him and that's why the Munchhausen thing. Well not full blown but I sure as hell had a lot of penicillin shots and ear checks and even a tonsillectomy and metabolism tests for a kid who was not sick much. The D.O. we saw was a newbie and I was his first cesarean section baby so there ya go.
Anyway, I am slightly more that disgusted with my state of health and will be going to see a pulmonary specialist. My call not the doctor's. It was my suggestion based on my recent history. Heck, they would have let me continue to come in and get antibiotics and steroids until somebodies cows come home. When I made the request for a referral.....it was like she was a goose and this was a brand new day. Oh yeah, says she, that might be a good idea? Right then I wanted to share an email with her that a friend shared with me. Even the calendar knows my thoughts after Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, WTF.
Venting ya'll, not anything important.