Grandma's House

I hope everyone is having a glorious beginning to spring. I've been outside a couple of days this week. Tuesday I had to drive to Joplin in the pouring rain to take Sir Mugley for his colonoscopy. Then Thursday it was my turn to go to the doctor. Living in the sticks can be a wonderful thing: quiet, peaceful. Rarely hear a siren, more likely to hear birds singing. Fresh air. You can sit outside without worrying about getting shot. On the other hand, you have to deal with disappearing doctors. It seems like every time I get a doctor trained, they leave and I have to break in a new one. This was my second visit to this doctor. She's pretty good, but she doesn't like to prescribe pain medication. This is gonna be fun. Believe me, I don't like to take pain medication; I do what I have to do to get by. My darling husband can attest to the fact that I have a high threshhold for pain; I didn't yell once either time I was in labor. So when I have to take a pain pill, you can bet it's pretty bad. I have to take a pain pill about twice a day. Not some little Tylenol or Motrin crap either; I'm on hydrocodone tablets. I've tried using lesser meds, but they rarely work. I don't take pills unless I really need them. It's just going to take some time to make her understand that. Otherwise she's pretty cool about stuff. She is running more blood work though; said my liver function tests were a little high. We'll see how that goes. Just what I need right now... another medical problem.