Another doctor

Over the past year, several people have encouraged me to see a psychiatrist to get some new happy pills, and they haven't all been related to me or my head-shrinker.

Granted, they are related to me or in the medical profession.

I suspect there is something to it. Of course, I really do not want my doctor list to grow.

No energy

I wore my sleep mask all night last night - 11-plus hours, and the seal was good!

I should have so much energy that I don't know what to do with myself.

I am a bit confused that all I have wanted to do today is sleep.

Having more energy is the main thing I am counting on with the sleep mask. If it doesn't happen, I am not sure why I am trying to use it.

Aren't I lucky?

When my cardiologist nearly gave me a heart attack by sending me to the heart Failure group, he said, "It's time to add another doctor to your team."

That turned out OK, but I see altogether too many doctors.

I started trying to remember the ones I have seen on a regular basis.

1. Pediatrician, who exclaimed "Good Lord" when I showed him a rash.
2. Endocrinologist, who was the first to take blood out of my arm.
3. Orthopedist.
4. Dentist.
5. Orthodontist.
6. Cardiologist, at least three.
7. Neurologist, nearly a million. I am just that awesome a patient.
8. Geneticist, 2.
9. Internal medicine doc, four or five.
10. Physiatrist
11. Urologist, dating back till I was 5-ish. That first one won me over with a picture of two monkeys that had nothing to do with urology.
12. Eye doctors, optometrist, ophthalmologist and neurologist-ophthalmologist.
13. Dermatologist.
14. Podiatrist, one of whom gave me a shot in a foot to remove a nail. I bent the needle, and in retrospect wonder if that's why I passed out.
15. Gastroenterologist.
16. Nutritionist.
17. Pulmonologist.
18. Sleep doctor.

I suspect there are plenty other, and that isn't even counting the really awesome people like nurse practitioners and physical, speech and occupational therapists.

Mom said I am lucky these people are in my life. I am not sure I agree. 

Up all night

On Friday and Saturday night, I wore the sleep mask for eight or nine hours a night, but the next morning the machine told me the seal was bad. It does that by showing you a red, frowny face.

Last night, Mom put the mask on me, but it leaked quickly, so I took it off.

I tried again, but it still leaked.

The third time was the charm -- a good seal. But my left leg began jumping, so I had to take it off to take some Advil.

Problem was I couldn't get it back on.

Well, that was a minor problem last night. My leg jumped until about 4.

It ignored the Advil, stretches, standing with my sister, sitting with my feet off the edge of the bed, even a few punches when I was real desperate.

I really do hate my body.

Thoughtful

Sometimes I wonder what a nondisabled person who pulls into a disabled parking spot "just for a second" would do if they (yes, I know it does not technically agree with person) suddenly found themselves using arm crutches.

Or someone who uses a wheelchair stall simply because they like the extra space suddenly found themselves in a chair.

I could go on, of course, with these mean ideas.

These are not kind thoughts, I know, but neither is using parking spots or stalls you shouldn't.

People who do these things aren't necessarily bad people, but they are thoughtless.

Plenty of people don't do these things. I don't know what makes them different.

I suspect I need to focus on the larger part of the population that is thoughtful and be glad my friends are.