Tomorrow I go to the oncology hematologist to find out the results of the tests he ordered and to plan the next step in diagnosing the cause of my low platelet count. In the meantime I've seen both my therapist and my psychiatrist. They seem to think I'm reacting to bad news well. We just didn't know how bad bad news might be. So, up to that point I was reacting to uncertainty the way anybody would, bipolar or not.
But now I have the result of my recent eye exam and I have rapidly worsening cataracts. My eyes are getting bad fast. This might have something to do with my seeming inability to read a book. I used to read a book a day. I might forget my vitamins but I never went a day with out taking a very big bite out of a book. It's been two years since I read with the sort of passion and focus I always had. Maybe the new glasses will help brighten my outlook, but I'm feeling pretty gnarly. right now.
I called my Congressman, Jim Matheson this morning to express my hope that he vote for a robust public option in healthcare reform. The staffer who answered the phone, hung-up on me the minute I said, " ...robust public option..." Then I went to twitter and looked up Congressman Matheson to tell him how offensive that hang-up was. I sent him messages for about an hour. Then I noticed other twitterers were picking up my tweet and retweeting it. Pretty soon two Utah reporters were retweeting my tweet. I hope Congressman Matheson gets my message.
I was shocked to find that I actually made a doctor appointment at 10:30 tomorrow morning. I must have been rattled when I made the appointment. 10:30 AM for me is like 4:00 Am for most people. I hate mornings. I'm a night person.
And to top it off, my big dog Cyrus has had a sore on the side of his very large muzzle, next to his very big nose. It was so bad over last weekend I called his Veterinarian, The House Call Vet, for a prescription for antibiotics. Monday it looked a bit less red, less swollen, but Tuesday it looked bad again. I called The House Call Vet again and this time asked him to come take a look at it before this Weekend. He'll be here any minute.
I'm dreading tomorrow.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
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Macy Gray..... Hound Dog
Nice to see you on twitter, Ghost.
not intuitive for me for some reason.... almost everything else in cyberspace comes easy :)
facing any unknown aint easy.
hope both the doctor and vet appointments turn out well
been thinking about you sorry i have not been around in awhile
Ghost, I have no idea why I like twitter so much. It just works for me. I can ask a question and within a few minutes three people will give me an answer. I love the huge network of people I don't know personally, but many of whom I know from news shows. I can find a network of writers, agents, publishers and follow them. I'm amazed how often they follow me. It's not like "friending." But I do consider the regulars in my bloggy world special. Though very few of them tweet regularly and when they do, often miss the real importance of twitter. It's forming political networks and working them. It's not about what song one is listening to on blip. It's more conversational than a blog or facebook, more interactive in somewhat real time.
Hi Steve, I've missed you. I'm preoccupied and haven't been making the rounds. For the most part I've been a pretty dull girl.
I hope everything works out well for you tomorrow. You have a very full plate at the moment. Whatever the outcome, you will face it all with great resolve, I'm sure. I have been making my rounds - so I don't miss anything, but have to make a concerted effort to comment more. I apologize. Good luck with - everything.
HI UTAH-
Like I said, "I don't wait well" so I will be with baited breath waiting to hear how you are and Cyrus too. Good Lord.
Love to you
Gail
peace and hope
Everyone knows the real importance of twitter is LOL OMFG BFF @morning joe @chimpy2000 and so on.
Good luck with your examinations. Bring a #2 pencil.
You are a tweeting force to be reckoned with!
Please tweet, or something, and let us know the doctor says. Thinking of you.xoxo
If ya can't talk sense in to them? Shame the bastards into doing the right thing.
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