I feel as though I'm sitting here waiting and I am. I'm just waiting. I'm unable to get involved in any activities because of this waiting. I'm waiting till 1PM; that's when I have my doctor's appointment and that's exactly why I usually don't make appointments in the afternoon. I prefer to get up at the crack of dawn and get to the appointment. If I have an afternoon appointment I spend my morning waiting and waiting.
I'm not looking forward to this appointment although I want to get done what needs to be done but I'm anticipating an injection in my foot of a steroid. Deep breaths, deep breaths. I am fighting a whine I feel coming on. I never try to hide the fact that I'm a big coward when it comes to a doctors' visit.
I comfort myself with the thought that it can't be worse then childbearing. Hey, you use what you need to get you by; this is what I use to gauge pain and tolerating said pain.
I'm outta here to continue the waiting game. Only two more hours to wait.
Poor, poor baby Ann.
ReplyDeleteOh thats right, you prefer giving needles to getting needles. I read that here a while back, and commented but blogger kept kicking me out.
ReplyDeleteI'm opposite, I don't like needles, but I'd rather get one than give one.
Deep breaths Anne, deep breaths.