And back again.
Lovely though Dr. Everett (the onco/gyno) was, she was NOT the right doctor for me and my delicate condition- and so I’ve been passed down the line. Onward to the endocrinologist and naturopath!
It’s a less than optimum result.
The latest aggravating symptom is continual cotton mouth: my tongue feels strangely burnt, my lips perpetually chapped, I’m continually *parched*, and I’ve developed that odd hiss and clack when I speak, as most ancient folk do. I can feel the dryness in my nasal passages and in the back of my throat as well – a hairball of discontent I can’t spit out.
Yes, it’s all most attractive, and I’m looking and feeling my bestest. Which the ever so seasonable 80 degree* weather and mosquito bitten legs are aiding and abetting beautifully.
No worries, we’re expecting frost next week.
Pillar to post, boys and girls, pillar to post.
March 23rd @ 3:15 – Naturopath with five (5!) page intake form
April 5th @ 12:30 – Osteopath
Still waiting for the endocrinologist appointment.
*that’s 27 degrees C, for those across the Pond