Nov. 24th, 2014 09:25 pm
Festina lente
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muckefuckToday was another ponderous day of waiting. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu called the hospital early to see if they could fit him in today. They said they'd get back to us. After an hour of waiting, we called the doctor's office. They told us they'd get back to us in an hour, hour-and-a-half. After two hours of sitting in the front room, incapable of reading, only able to dose lightly, we called back and were told they'd found a slot for us at 11 a.m. on Tuesday. Hopefully they'll take us then, not two hours later as happened the last time. The doctor has already told us he's leaving town that evening. But regardless what he tells us, I don't see how we can start any treatment before next week at the earliest, and we've lost so much time already.
After confirming the appointment, I decided to eat something immediately and try to sleep more in the afternoon, which proved disastrous. I slept soundly, but I awoke with terrible reflux. The one mercy of being up most of the night before was that at least my upper GI tract was behaving for once. But even that was barely noticeable next to the dread which was pressing down on me. He suggested some things to distract me, like listening to Max Raabe, which helped. I tried to buy some gifts online for family members but got easily overwhelmed. As I told him, my mind flits between dealing with things minute-by-minute and thinking in spans of years. I just can't cope with planning even a week ahead when I don't know what the next day will bring.
monshu called the hospital early to see if they could fit him in today. They said they'd get back to us. After an hour of waiting, we called the doctor's office. They told us they'd get back to us in an hour, hour-and-a-half. After two hours of sitting in the front room, incapable of reading, only able to dose lightly, we called back and were told they'd found a slot for us at 11 a.m. on Tuesday. Hopefully they'll take us then, not two hours later as happened the last time. The doctor has already told us he's leaving town that evening. But regardless what he tells us, I don't see how we can start any treatment before next week at the earliest, and we've lost so much time already.After confirming the appointment, I decided to eat something immediately and try to sleep more in the afternoon, which proved disastrous. I slept soundly, but I awoke with terrible reflux. The one mercy of being up most of the night before was that at least my upper GI tract was behaving for once. But even that was barely noticeable next to the dread which was pressing down on me. He suggested some things to distract me, like listening to Max Raabe, which helped. I tried to buy some gifts online for family members but got easily overwhelmed. As I told him, my mind flits between dealing with things minute-by-minute and thinking in spans of years. I just can't cope with planning even a week ahead when I don't know what the next day will bring.
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