Thursday, June 13, 2019
Scale down 2 pounds. 206.
Spent morning in screaming pain. Called the doctor. Started bawling- couldn’t stop even after getting off the phone. Doctor called back in afternoon and said they had called in a prescription. Yea done right?
Nope at pharmacy no script. After being told on the phone call that I was basically high drama, I didn’t dare call back.
So I forced myself through the pain to do some loads of laundry, to clear out my car (even if I did come in and take another cry break because my back hurt so much), took dog for brief 5 minute walk, did the dishes, ran my mother to a nursery to get plants, picked up pinecone in her yard, went to pharmacy and now home to rest.
Where is the victory? Today is the first time I would declare that I was truly depressed and I did not give up. I pushed forward in spite of the pain. Just getting thing done gives me hope.
It is hard but I am trying. 🦆 the doctors. I will survive just to 😜 raspberry the failure of medical care.