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sharpNow Playing: Day 2787-Next GP Chapter... Turning Lemons Into Lemonade :)
Gosh darn blessed!
4am...cold sweats, head pain and far too low body temperature.
This not only went on into the early morning hours. But as well followed us across state lines. Into the hospital back in Ohio.
About the only time you will catch this gal crossing state lines into the land of O-hell-io. There is nothing very positive back in Ohio. But a whole lot of negative. A past that I intend to keep in the past, back in the state of Ohio.
This gal has moved onto a new and far more happier way of life in our new home state...Indiana. Of course, my team of specialists still reside back across state lines in Ohio. So do the hospitals where they practice. Also back in Ohio. I cringe at the thought of once again having to cross state lines. Yet, find a huge sense of relief when heading back home. To our new home here in Indiana. That same bad energy state of Ohio still seems to somehow find a way to drain me emotionally. A very bad past 5+ years still resides in that state. We don't plan nor ever intend on moving back. So it's not any surprise that I went into another head-to-head, highly confrontational and most definitely toxic battle with absent family. It's no wonder that I couldn't even walk into this mornings scheduled testing at the hospital...successfully. Testing that should had followed up with a very important surgery. Two weeks in the making.
One would think that this gal should know better to continue battling with the same group of absent individuals whom most definitely do not have my best interest at heart. That also includes my health. Their stress can kill me. Literally. Medical records from as young as an infant. Show a pattern of not following through with specialty care. This isn't the first time to be brought to my attention. During my disability hearing, it was brought up by state attorneys within the first few minutes of my hearing. Some of this mornings 'new' records even took Eric by surprise. A means to an end for my team of oncologists in finding every single last medical history puzzle piece. Medical records don't lie. Although today...I sure wish they did as once again I find myself extremely disappointed with regards to past medical history of handling my health care. Once again being told, "Things like this don't just happen with ones health. Things like this progress over time. It starts as a young child. In your case. An infant. Following up with proper specialty care is crucial as a very sick child. It can make all the difference in the world."
So... I didn't pass the mandatory body temperature of 97.5 this morning. But thankfully I have a very understanding lead oncologist whom rescheduled everything, once again, pushed back another week.
After crossing back into our home state of Indiana. Right back to a nice, warm couch waiting for me....Thanks to Mittens and Beary kitty. Eric went to pick up another round of medication for what will hopefully be the last due to finally getting testing out of the way. Onto a very important surgery next week! We were told that time is of the essence. "We can't keep rescheduling when things are at the point where they are with your health."
Either I start putting those who do not serve me well in my past. Permanently. Or I allow them to dig my own grave for me.
The choice is mine.
And solely mine...for the taking.
