When my grandmother was alive, she used to talk ad infinitum about this and that person and what ailment they had recently suffered from. I thought (to myself), well GOSH, if life is all about who got sick and what symptoms they are having when I get old, then do I really want to go there?

Hence the dearth of posts lately. I don't have any particular good news, other than that I have had a lot more energy for the past two days. I hope it's a trend rather than a brief aberration in my descent towards death/incapacitation/madness. I had some new and bad symptoms on Wednesday and ended up back at the doctor's office. My doctor (and his crack-smoking, attitude-laden office employees), by the way, is not doing his job as I would expect him to. He actually reviewed and SIGNED OFF on partial blood test results. During the first round of blood tests, they forgot to order the test that check for blood cell count and iron levels. Blood was taken again, and I am waiting for the lab results.

My next plan of action is to visit an endocrinologist (if my blood results indicate any further abnormalities) and a neurologist. Once all this crap is cleared up and we know what is going on, then I will find a better primary care doctor.

I'm scared to think what would happen if I developed something life-threatening. I would probably die waiting for the receptionist to stop giving me major attitude and set me up with an appointment to see the doctor. Or I would die waiting for blood test results that the lab technician forgot to order. Perhaps malpractice should include the behavior (or lack thereof) of all the incompetent, lazy office employees who find my presence to be an annoyance.

In conclusion, what I have found is that the system of medical care is infinitely more frustrating than my actual ailment, whatever that happens to be. We still have no f'ing clue.