Doctor and psychologist visit

Having trouble sleeping tonight. My ankle is killing me, all swollen up. Weird as in the past it's been my right ankle but that's been OK in recent times and now the pain has gone to my left ankle. How bizarre :s  Said to my doctor I appear to have a travelling pain between ankles. Good grief.


But anyway I had these two appts today and had to go to both of them. Have put both of them off for a week as didn't feel like going; my bad. As I've said when you have to see these people all the time you just get sick of going.

So I' forced myself today even though I again didn't feel like going. Limping from the bus to the doctor, then the doctors to the psychologist, then back to the bus stop and home again. As my ankle was so sore today I was walking funny on that leg and it was taking quite an effort. Probably strained some muscles in it today and so tonight my legs sore as well as the ankle. Am popping Panadol every couple of hours at the moment. 

Doctor had my blood test results from a couple of weeks back. As far as the HIV goes everything is great. The HIV viral load is still undetectable, and has been that way for a few years now. The T-cell count is over 900 which is excellent. 

However my liver is inflamed again. Oops, my bad. David got some money recently and has been buying a few cases of beer here and there that we normally wouldn't get. Doctor asked if I'd been hitting the grog more lately, I explained and said I'd have to say yes. My bad again. It's back to the water again for me for a while. Dammit, fuckin body starts packing up after 50! 

He also said my blood sugar was high and he wanted another blood test in case I was developing diabetes. Fuck! That's the last thing I need! But after some consideration I remember I'd had a few coffees before the last blood test and I have a couple of heaped teaspoons of sugar in each (yes, my bad again). I expect without coffee my blood sugar will be much lower tomorrow. I don't have a sweet tooth at all. Hardly ever eact lollies, biscuits, or even desert. So I don't know how the fuck I'd be getting diabetes if that was the case.

The X-ray of my right ankle showed up nothing. However the doctor has told me in the past that the swelling probably has a lot to do with the blood pressure tablets I'm taking (Coveram) and not the gout. So I suggested trying the Tarka again. I was on that a while back and it worked really well. The problem was it comes from the US and once a shipment runs out it's hopeless. It was out of stock at all the chemists for about two months, maybe more I dunno as I ended up having to switch to Coveram. This time if that happens again I can always fall back on the Coveram until more arrives. Doctor thought that was a good idea and gave me the script for Tarka again. Stupid Tarka company. Hopefully the tablets will actually be in stock and reduce this painful swelling.

I got the flu shot for this winter and made another appt to see him again next Monday for the next blood results. I have to go in tomorrow for the blood test to be taken. Without drinking sugary coffee. 

Again, for those in the US worried about evil socialist commie healthcare, it's not so. This was all at a privately run clinic and all free for me being on disability. Thank you Medicare again for looking after me today :) 

Then it was the limp off to the psychologist up the road to get my head read for the month. I expressed how I'd been fairly depressed lately from a number of things. Daughter, David's been sick coughing and all for about a month now and it's worrying, and even the bullshit about Safe Schools recently with the lunatic extremist far right of the Lieberal party being able to influence PM Turnbull (so called Lieberal moderate *pffffft*).

He asked me how I felt when that sort of stuff was in the media. I said pretty much that usual thing I say here; that a few bitter catholic middle aged white men in Canberra have an influence far beyond their representation or mandate. That the gov appeared to be run from the back bench loony bin; Team Abbott in exile, as wet fish slap Turnbull is beholden to said back bench loony bin extremists as he needs their numbers to stay PM. 

I see the psychologist again in a month. 

*Update: the Tarka was in stock aplenty. Will see how I go on that one now :)