So tired of this…
It turns out things were not alright after all. The hospital can’t prescribe medication for me, since I’m not a patient there. My ‘own’ doctor should do that, and she refuses. Now I’ve signed up to go to one of the other clinics in this town. If they won’t help me either, I’ll have to go private, which will cost me a lot more. :/ But really, it’s not ok to do this. I’m a Swedish citizen, living in this town. They can’t all refuse to help me. I have a medical condition that needs to be fixed. I should press charges, but if I have to call the police I already know what will happen. There’s this old fat lazy woman who is just waiting for her pension. She won’t do anything. I know that. Long story, that I won’t go into here. I should probably just call the private clinic, which is in Gothenburg, about an hour away. Sigh.
Dandelions
I really love dandelions. Partly because they’re quite simply beautiful, but also because they have other advantages. In the past they were used for medicinal purposes. Guinea pigs and rabbits love to eat them – though they shouldn’t have too much, because it can give them red urine. Finally, it’s a protest against neighbours and the establishment. The last flower is similar to dandelions but smaller. I don’t know their name in either English or Latin. I really like that one too.
Here are some images from our garden:
Update again
If anyone’s still interested in the ongoing saga of my health problems, here’s an update. On Thursday, I spent nearly an hour on the phone, trying to get to the person I wanted and only got two different voices on the answering machine. (One telling me that it was no use waiting, and to call again some other time.) Once I was even redirected to a switchboard outside the region. Then I called the clinic back and asked if I could switch doctors and was told it wouldn’t make a difference because she/he would say the same thing and basically refused. I may not have posted about it in the past, but this doctor has been so difficult over the several years I’ve been seeing her (in a manner of speaking – I have probably talked to her twice over the years and never seen her face to face). Anyway, I despaired and gave up.
Then I called again on Friday and it took a while but I finally got through. When I told the nurse what I wanted, she sounded really puzzled. Apparently, it really was as weird as I thought, referring me back to the hospital that I had been discharged from nearly two months ago.
She promised to talk to a doctor that I’d already met at the maternity care clinic and have her prescribe my medication and then call me back to let me know. I also told her that I was considering switching clinics because of all the trouble over the years, more than I will mention here, and got some interesting info. Now I’ll definitely switch back to the one I left nearly ten years ago.
Smashwords and ebooks
For a number of reasons, I haven’t had anything to read for weeks. One is that something seems to be wrong with all my library card numbers (and my sister’s and my mom’s). When I try to download an ebook, I get an error message, saying the number is wrong – and I know for a fact that none of them are. At the moment, I can’t afford to buy any new ones either. I prefer not to borrow any physical copies anymore. One reason is that once when I was about ten, I returned a school library book and the teacher who worked as a librarian (but most likely wasn’t) tossed that particular book into a basket to mend it and forgot about it. Then I was told I hadn’t returned the book and that if I didn’t I’d have to pay for it. In the end the book was found, but since then I’ve never really liked to check out printed books.
Then my Kindle Touch was updated (Amazon never or warned me beforehand so I wasn’t prepared for it), which was taking an extremely long time. Anyway, to finally get to the point, I have now downloaded several books from Smashwords and will start reading on both my ereaders (I also have a Cybook Odyssey). I’ll even read a few Wattpad stories on my old iPod Touch, but I must say that the first story doesn’t seem to be very good.
Five Fascinating Facts about Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | Interesting Literature
Read more here.
New update about my health
In case you haven’t tired yet of my health situation, I have another update. This morning, while I was still asleep, the nurse called to let me know what the doctor had said. Unfortunately, I didn’t quite make it over to the phone before it stopped ringing. She didn’t call back for several hours, making it impossible for me to go back to sleep. Not surprisingly (this doctor is like that) she ‘couldn’t say’ anything because she didn’t know what medication I’d been on (flimsy excuse.) I’d actually told the nurse, this Monday, and she didn’t look that old to me, that she should be forgetful, but maybe stress will do it. So I told her what meds I had been on and other info she asked for. This time she called back more or less right away and told me the doctor didn’t want to be involved., since it was the doctors at the hospital who had prescribed the meds. Never mind that they told me to return to this having been discharged from the hospital.
Back to square one. Not that I was all excited to start taking those meds again – I suspect that one side effect is headache – but this was at least a step on my road to complete recovery. Grr. Why do people always have to be so difficult?
Sorry about the whining.
Never too old…
You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.
~C S Lewis
Update about my health – again
I went back to the clinic today and had my blood pressure checked again. Just as I feared, the results weren’t any better than last time (though still close to normal). Now I’m going back on the blood pressure medication. I’m just waiting for a phone call from the nurse about the dosage. Because obviously it’s too expensive to let me talk to the doctor myself. Of course in this particular case I don’t mind so much. I’d rather do without this doctor. Unfortunately, this will delay my plans for – well, I have no idea how long. Could be a month or two, which will probably be more or less alright in the end, or as much as the rest of my life. I’m so depressed right now. All I can do is try to remind myself that I should be grateful that I’m not in any physical danger.
Portable magic…
“Books are a uniquely portable magic.”
~ Stephen King, On Writing
No more Livejournal
Last year, Yahoo bought Tumblr so I had to leave and delete my Tumblr. I really loved that photo blog. :/ And now it’s happening again. This time it’s Livejournal. I don’t trust them anymore. (Because of reasons!) What’s really sad is that I’ve had a Livejournal for almost 14 years. It really is the end of an era. 🙁
Fortunately, I have another journal on Dreamwidth. The software and interface are both great and I love the themes, but unfortunately I hardly have any friends and there are far fewer communities. Perhaps now that many people are leaving LJ, the existing communities will become more lively and hopefully some of the ones from LJ will move to DW. I’ll keep my fingers crossed.
