elfs | Still not dying any quicker than usual

Went back to the doctor today after revealing that I wasn't getting any better on a daily dose of 40mg omeprazole. My supposed "allocated physician," whom I've never actually met ever since Molly moved to Oregon, wasn't there so I met yet another physician. I liked her a lot. She had damn good rapport. "Yup," she said, "your throats inflamed and irritated. Might be ENT. Might be GI. I'm sending you to the GI for consultation and maybe an endoscopy first, because you're reporting an acid taste."

I renewed my subscription for Viagra, since I was down to my last tablet. "But you got ten tablets in May of 2006. Are you just not doing it that often, or don't need it?" I said it was mostly that I rarely needed it, and besides, I only used a quarter tab at a time. The most I ever took was two quarter tabs about four hours apart, and that was for a rather lovely little marathon session. She asked me if I ever got headaches. "Actually, no. And since I have a neurologically-based blue-green colorblindness, I never get the color shifts either. The worst I ever get is the face flush." She regaled me with a tale of a patient who went through a ten-pill bottle in four days. He'd gone down to Mexico with a young, er, "paid lady." Woah.

Anyway, they did a blood draw to scan for the bacteria that causes excessive acid production and ulcers, just in case, and all the other stuff.

Sigh. The eyes, the knee, the guts, the dick. I remember Molly telling me that one of the reasons she was thinking of changing her practice was that most of her patients were moving into that age range where life was nothing but a series of complaints. I now know what she meant. Dammit, I even still have my ADHD, but it's not helping the way it should.