Apparently, I had writer’s block. Maybe I was bored? Maybe I didn’t have anything to write about? Maybe, I was too busy? Maybe my creative writing skillz were depleted. Or, maybe I fell in love with crocheting.
Yep, I confess, the crochet hook had me hostage.
I do love to write. It is soothing and comforting to me. It allows me to escape whatever needs to be escaped. It also allows me to ramble when I want to ramble. The sound of fingertips hitting the keyboard is like music to me. Of course seeing all the errors that follow can be comical. I don’t get hung up on that, though.
This post isn’t anything really. I guess you can call it “A post about nothing’. Sound familiar? If you are a Seinfeld fan you got that one. Oh how I miss that show. Luckily, I found the box set at my parents house. I confiscated it awhile back hoping to indulge myself from time to time.
I was going through my latest posts, and see how my health journey changed some. I still go to my lady who does the lymphatic drainage therapy, as I feel that helps. However, I have now seen a list of doctors and specialist.
On my last Dr. questionnaire (liver doctor) it asked if I was stressed. That was funny to me. I wrote this down. “I have 3 children 10, 8 and 4 on summer break, and I’m married. I have mounting doctor bills, and a deductible that I’m only a 1/4 of a way through. Yeah, you can say I am stressed. Does it really matter if I have one margarita?”
I was a bit sarcastic, maybe moody that day. I think most of all, I was scared and tired. I tend to go through humor, sometimes dark, to release the negative energy. It helps.
With more tests and more test, you can say I am still a mystery. Although, they have now focused on my liver. Interesting how it started with my ears and head, all the while was a sign from my liver. The body is a complex thing.
Last I heard was it looked like I drank 10 beers a night, and on one test, 2 bottles of vodka a night. My numbers are triple the amount they are suppose to be. No, I don’t drink. They have pinpointed something, but waiting on another test for confirmation. A possible liver biopsy could be in my near future, but not confirmed. Waiting for a week and trying to resist the evil Dr. Google is almost impossible. I wear my phone in my bra so I do not miss the call.
Day 7 (yes I counted weekends, and the holiday. They are days, after all, regardless if they work them or not) and still waiting.
Here I am, my fingers speaking, and my heart sharing.
I am curious, who else has had to wait a long week or longer for answers? Or worst yet, another dead end? Share with me. I would love to read them.