Since last weekend was a total loss (update to follow), I had a few quilting tasks to complete this weekend for next weekend's quilting retreat.
I collected up, pressed and folded 9 fat quarters for the games we will play. I folded them according to a video I found online:
It was fun to learn something new. I love me an Aussie accent! I am totally going to look for an opportunity to "slip a gift in there" because she makes it sound so fun.
The kitties were not impressed.
Joe was bored enough to sniff Kitten's toes and start a little chase around the living room.
The other task was 3 nine-patch blocks in red and cream. Check. I made extra while I was at it.So last weekend I was ill, and Monday morning I called the doctor's office to ask shouldn't I be feeling much better by now? The nurse called me back and said "you don't have diverticulitis, stop taking the medications and come see us on Thursday." Seriously. I felt much improved after 12 hours of no Flagyl and Cipro, but what the heck were they hiding? Was I seriously ill? I called the nurse again on Tuesday to see if she could offer me a clue what ailment caused my weekend long suffering, but she said the notes in my chart puzzled her, so she would let me talk to the doctor on Thursday. Sheesh.
It was not the doctor but his PA I saw last week, so what happened was she jumped the gun and called in the medication and diagnosed me without getting the CT scan back. According to the doctor the CT showed "nothing remarkable." Yes, I had horrible pain in my hip for 3 days and could not control my bowels on Thursday, but it was the medication that side lined me for the weekend. The doctor thinks my abdominal trouble was a result of the antibiotics she (the PA) prescribed a month before for a sinus infection. The doctor also stated that 90% of sinus infections are viral, so he would not have given me an antibiotic. Also, last month, when I asked for a hormone profile, the PA talked me into taking Premarin. When I called the office to ask about the bloating and weight gain I was experiencing, the nurse told me the doctor doesn't prescribe estrogen because of the breast cancer link. When I asked how to get off the Premarin the nurse called me back to say the doctor said "stop taking those nasty things."
I love my doctor (and his nurse), but he and his PA need to get it together. I will never see her again in any case.
All is well again, and I am amazed at the love and concern many have expressed to me as a result of reading my last blog post. I thank you; I was really scared something was wrong with me, so your kindness was reassuring. No one likes to be alone when facing a health challenge (real or imagined).