|friends after five days|
I checked on them every night for about a week to make sure they were both okay. Thelma was still injured and limping horribly. Patsy Cline is on the front. See the orange band on her leg. It was there when we adopted her.
This was a sweet picture to me. For a moment as I used a very weak flashlight, I could not figure out who was who.
Today, I called my gastro-enterologist. Well, I saw him once and never called to have the endoscopy and up the behind test done. (Colonoscopy! Thanks Stephy and others.) I cannot think of the name of the test. After talking to the receptionist, I was much more hopeful.
Yesterday, I mentioned to my urologist that I needed to return for the tests but did not want to kill my liver with the stuff I would have to take, that I only wanted to find out why I keep having trouble swallowing beyond eating too quickly. If I did eat too quickly, I would just stop it.
Yesterday, my urologist became animated and told me the name of the person to go see. As it turns out, that is my doctor!, the gastro guy. So, next Tuesday, I will talk to him and get the test done as soon as it can be scheduled. I am really excited even though I did not sleep enough last night and did too much today.
This is a garbled post, not in order. But, it is 6:30 pm, my bedtime tonight.
Plus, I had three fast food mystery shops to perform. Exbf was here to help me, so we went and he ate first lunch and I ate the second. The third is in the refrigerator. My meal made me queasy. The hens may get the third meal for breakfast. So, I made a bit of money today and had lunch. Thankfully, I don't do these but every three months.
Just talk to me, please.