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I've been holding back. Didn't want to "say" anything to make it more real-trying to preoccupy myself and laugh instead of cry. At Sadie's vet appointment this morning, I found out that on top of everything else, she now has a heart murmur. What made everything even more painful was what my mom did. I was running late for work because of the recent developments at Sadie's appointment. My mom called my work and talked to my boss because she wanted me to help her with something and she was hoping to catch me before I got to work. I can only speculate as to why my mother had this conversation with my boss-probably because she was upset I couldn't help her like I always do. My boss already knew what I had found out about Sadie's heart because I called her right away to let her know I'd be late. When my mom called me on my cell, she never mentioned she'd already talked to my boss and knew of the latest bad news. My mother actually had a conversation with my boss about how it might be time to put Sadie down. She had no right to have that conversation with my boss. And the worst part is that my mom was actually the one who found Sadie, and since no one else was willing to care for her, I was the one who adopted her when she was a year old. When I told my mom about what happened at Sadie's appointment, my mom already knew because she had spoken to my boss. She acted as if she didn't know-I found out from my boss after I got to work about their conversation. I am already barely functioning because of the grief of Sadie's rapidly declining health. Now I find out my mom betrayed me because she was inconvenienced by my altered availability due to our lengthy vet appointment. I am sad on so many levels.
I need to make a trip to the doctor today. I hate going to the doctor. Coaching softball Monday evening, I stepped on a ball running the bases and turned the ankle bad. Knew something tore inside but played through the pain anyway. The ankle today is still three times the normal size, I can barely walk on it, can’t sleep, and the pain is getting worse instead of better. I was going to put the doctors’ off until next week because my daughter’s final game is Friday night, and a couple coaches can’t make it. I need to coach first base, and I’m afraid the doctor will immobilize it and force me to stay off it... or make me get surgery. I ruined that ankle in my 20’s in a basketball game, and was told if I didn’t get surgery then, another injury would pretty much dictate surgery.
My family says I’m no kid anymore and need to stop with the competitive sports. Maybe someday I’ll listen... but probably not.
Thanks, but I am wearing slippers. Isn't that just as good?Stop trying to walk on it!!! And do not put off going to the doctor! You are not invincible.
I need to make a trip to the doctor today. I hate going to the doctor. Coaching softball Monday evening, I stepped on a ball running the bases and turned the ankle bad. Knew something tore inside but played through the pain anyway. The ankle today is still three times the normal size, I can barely walk on it, can’t sleep, and the pain is getting worse instead of better. I was going to put the doctors’ off until next week because my daughter’s final game is Friday night, and a couple coaches can’t make it. I need to coach first base, and I’m afraid the doctor will immobilize it and force me to stay off it... or make me get surgery. I ruined that ankle in my 20’s in a basketball game, and was told if I didn’t get surgery then, another injury would pretty much dictate surgery.
My family says I’m no kid anymore and need to stop with the competitive sports. Maybe someday I’ll listen... but probably not.
Yeah me too. And the doctor’s just going to jump all over my a$$ for not following through from the last visit. I haven’t scheduled my first colonoscopy yet, I haven’t made the appointment with the surgeon to remove several growing cysts yet, I haven’t set up an appointment with the Radiation Oncologist yet, and I haven’t gotten some tests done. Although I don’t think 9 months is so bad, I doubt he’ll agree. I did get the blood work done though... hey, 1 out of 5 isn’t so bad, right?I hate going to the doctor too. It's such a gigantic pain because all I want to do is go once, find out whats wrong and be given instructions to fix it. I don't want to drive all over town seeing other doctors or getting MRIs and I don't want to go back for a follow up. Just point me in the right direction to get better and I'll handle the rest. I wouldn't hate it so much if it was a one trip thing but in this day an age, that is impossible. You can't go have anything looked at without having to go to several places (and all of these places have waiting rooms). I hate it.
Get your butt in there (see what I did there? ) and get that stuff taken care of. In spite of what you might think, many of us (myself included) would miss having you around.Yeah me too. And the doctor’s just going to jump all over my a$$ for not following through from the last visit. I haven’t scheduled my first colonoscopy yet, I haven’t made the appointment with the surgeon to remove several growing cysts yet, I haven’t set up an appointment with the Radiation Oncologist yet, and I haven’t gotten some tests done. Although I don’t think 9 months is so bad, I doubt he’ll agree. I did get the blood work done though... hey, 1 out of 5 isn’t so bad, right?
Dio-take care of you!I need to make a trip to the doctor today. I hate going to the doctor. Coaching softball Monday evening, I stepped on a ball running the bases and turned the ankle bad. Knew something tore inside but played through the pain anyway. The ankle today is still three times the normal size, I can barely walk on it, can’t sleep, and the pain is getting worse instead of better. I was going to put the doctors’ off until next week because my daughter’s final game is Friday night, and a couple coaches can’t make it. I need to coach first base, and I’m afraid the doctor will immobilize it and force me to stay off it... or make me get surgery. I ruined that ankle in my 20’s in a basketball game, and was told if I didn’t get surgery then, another injury would pretty much dictate surgery.
My family says I’m no kid anymore and need to stop with the competitive sports. Maybe someday I’ll listen... but probably not.
LOL Appointment is made. Looks like my regular doctor (and I use the term "regular" loosely as I consider twice to be regular) is gone from the practice. Said it didn't matter who I see as it seems I get a different doctor every time I go anyway.Get your butt in there (see what I did there? ) and get that stuff taken care of. In spite of what you might think, many of us (myself included) would miss having you around.
Still sounds horrifying.Doctors. You cant fool them. I can go in all smile and happy looking, they know.
I did the colonoscopy once. It really was not big deal. You sleep during it. After you get to see the screen they will be looking at. All this after your dreaded night of the potion that you are made to drink. After that you just go in, with all of the other people waiting for it.. Sad place. And no one looks at each other. You all know what is in store.
You waddle out. Or you think you do. No one knows but you. But you think everyone knows the shame of your butt. It is embarrassed.
Your own butt feels shame.
Get your tests done
The prep is most definitely the worst part of the procedure. I hope you have more than one bathroom in your house.Still sounds horrifying.
OH NO! I have 3 bathrooms, but 3 women in the house, and my daughters usually have friends over at any given time. As such, there are many a time I have to run out behind the shed.The prep is most definitely the worst part of the procedure. I hope you have more than one bathroom in your house.
Put an Out of Order sign on one of them and claim it as yours for the duration. And stay close with an empty wastebasket for the just in case you can't decide which end takes priority once you get to the end of the gallon of the prep you have to drink. Trust me on this.ON NO! I have 3 bathrooms, but 3 women in the house, and my daughters usually have friends over at any given time. As such, there are many a time I have to run out behind the shed.
(I have to buy the mega packs of toilet paper and getting the septic pumped out is yearly occurrence)
Oh my god, this just keeps getting worse with every subsequent post. I’m now thinking of giving the doctor an alias when I go in this afternoon and saying I’m a new patient.Put an Out of Order sign on one of them and claim it as yours for the duration. And stay close with an empty wastebasket for the just in case you can't decide which end takes priority once you get to the end of the gallon of the prep you have to drink. Trust me on this.
Put an Out of Order sign on one of them and claim it as yours for the duration. And stay close with an empty wastebasket for the just in case you can't decide which end takes priority once you get to the end of the gallon of the prep you have to drink. Trust me on this.
Don't you dare! Just suck it up and get it over with and hopefully they'll tell you you don't need to do it again for another 10 years. (I'm practicing for that judge/jury/executioner role you have me slotted in for .)Oh my god, this just keeps getting worse with every subsequent post. I’m now thinking of giving the doctor an alias when I go in this afternoon and saying I’m a new patient.
Dang, I was hoping to ask you to serve as my proxy, butt I guess that won't work now.Keep me out of this!!!!!!!!!!!