Now, Where Was I

I don't even know.
Since I last posted, I have had a headache from hell.
Or, more specifically, a headache from the pharmaceutical company.

My doctor switched my NSAID to one that will target the eye and spine better.
Lucky me, I get eye flares.

But, the pills give me headaches.

So, I had to call the clinic and go through that awesome automated menu and wait on hold for what seemed like forever.
All I know is that I lost count of the number of times I heard that calls will be answered in the order they were received.

Oooohhhh, a ring.
Talk to the nurse.
Not my doctor's nurse. Just a nurse.
Talked for a couple minutes and told they would forward the stuff to my doctor and get back to me.

The nurse calls me back to tell me not to take it anymore.
Which is good because I wasn't going to.
Worsening headaches don't seem to be a good thing.

I wish I could try more supplements. I am doing research on diets and such.

In other news, my sister had surgery on her foot.
She has diabetes and somehow got wire in her foot.
She can't feel her feet anymore so hard to say how long it has been there.

She had been in the hospital over 24 hours and through surgery before she even got a room.
Maybe it was two days.
She waited a long time though.

Calling my mother and talking about my health problems is never a good idea.
I fill her in and than she comes back by mentioning that she went to the dentist.
Has a cavity.
I have iritis flares, but you have a cavity.
That's totally comparable.
Why do I bother?
Why?

I get to sit and listen to her lovely constipation problems.
I try and show sympathy.
I don't really give a shit.
Really, I don't.
I have IBS.

Also, I don't care.