Like anytime I have to go to the doctor its been a long day. I'm feeling pretty good right now, but tension has been in the air today. To get to Durham I had to take the I-40 and then the bypass around the capital city, Raleigh. I had forgotten about the traffic I'd encounter there on my way to keep my appointment. It didn't turn out to be a problem with me getting there on time. I left way early to allow myself time. It was the sheer madness of it all being there. All those cars. Bumper to bumper. Sheer insanity.
I'd never been to the Durham VA. It's right next door to the Duke University Hospital.The doctors I saw were all from the Duke Hospital. The rich people from all over the world come there to be treated, and they were treating me for nothing. I thought that was fair. Granted, you don't wanna have to get shot at and abused for that singular privilege. Get rich and hire them suckers instead.
I didn't really understand what I was doing there medically. The doctor told me. I was sent up there to confirm that I had RA. They did. The doctor couldn't bring my records up from the Fayetteville VA, because he was new and didn't know how. His boss, the head rheumatologist from Duke came in and showed him how to do it, and then tried to talk me into joining a experiment where they would pay me $100 to undergo this painful test to play guinea pig. I said no.
They put me on some cancer medicine even though I don't have cancer. It's supposed to crank up my immune system and get it to fight the inflammation. It's also supposed to be a heavy-duty anti-inflammatant itself. He said he's trying to help me rather than treat the symptoms. That made me feel good.
They gave me a little better grade pain-killer. It's still Tylenol 3. Believe it or not. in consideration of all the pain I'm enduring the best they've been able to offer is Tylenol 3? As far as I'm concerned I'm dying, and they act like I got the equivalent of a toothache. I'll make do. I got a few tricks of my own up my sleeve.
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
