Moorhen of Leave

My favorite parts of the day were talking to Deb on the phone this morning, and sitting by the lake in the afternoon. It was a beautiful day, the air so soft and sweet, laced with sunshine like a warm cup of tea with honey. I confess I just sat there and didn't write or do anything. I had a very uncomfortable night, but after not eating anything all day I felt only mildly ill. I ate half a container of yogurt, and had to put the rest of it back. At supper time, I ate a little bowl of rice and a few bites of salmon. That rice smelled so good, and I was so hungry. I thought "Oh, maybe I'm getting better now. Maybe this will be okay." But after I ate it, my stomach started hurting quite a lot again.

So that does it. I'm going to call the doctor's office first thing in the morning and see if I can get an appointment. Which won't solve anything of course--it will just lead to another round of tests. But maybe they'll eventually figure something out. I no longer think this will just go away. I have an appointment scheduled for next week, and thought I might ask about it then, but I got a letter from my insurance company today, informing me that in case I didn't realize, this is strictly a Medicare Wellness Check. Which means sweet fuck-all. It involves filling out a questionnaire and having my vitals taken. If I want a "hands-on" checkup, meaning they listen to my heart and lungs, etc. with their actual precious doctor hands, I'll have to pay an extra 46 bucks, because Medicare doesn't cover it. Also if I want to ask any questions, they will charge extra. So I figure I may as well get a separate appointment. I'm tempted to tell my doc that this is crap. I already know how much I weigh and what my blood pressure is. If I have to pay extra for a stethoscope moment, screw it. She might be amused. She is a fairly down to earth person who knows what I'm like. But doctors can be testy about these things, so I'll probably just remain circumspect and grumble quietly.