Went to the walk in clinic, for what I thought was bronchitis. The doctor didn’t like my heart rhythm, and the EKG. Since, I wasn’t coughing anything up, or that’s what I said, he didn’t know what was wrong. Sent me to the ER.
Waited hours. The paper said pneumonia on it. They ran a bunch of tests, to see if I had a blood clot. No blood clot, just a lunch infection.
I should of not went to the doctor, I probably would of died while sleeping if I didn’t.
The only good thing about that vacation, was I learned there are people who actually care about other people. No, I’m not talking about my family. I’m talking about one specific person at the ER. Don’t ask me what their name is, I don’t remember anything.
Didn’t know they could diagnose that two or three days into a cold. Every cold I get, turns into something worse.
Except, that wasn’t really a good thing either, now I’ll be depressed. She’s probably getting paid to care. And she enjoys doing that for money.
I also ran out of medicine, because she decided to change the plan for on the way home, instead of driving all the way back, only half way Saturday and the rest today. I did pack enough medicine, for what she originally told me. I asked more then once if that was going to happen.
The people in Oregon, are way better then the people in this shithole city.
To bad I won’t move there. To much work, and takes to long in the car. I plan on never leaving this shithole city again.
I just coughed some of my soda up.
Damn, will probably have to see my other doctor now, the one in town. Thanks to the over 100 heart rate.
Except, they said nothing about that. So, might be caused by the pneumonia. Will it kill me? If so, don’t go to to the doctor.
How do you say pneumonia? There’s no a, so I have no idea how to say or read that word. So peemonia?
I have zero idea why people think the ocean is so great. It’s a great place to drown, that’s about it. I don’t like any water that is deep and drown able in, unless I can see the bottom, like a swimming pool. I don’t fit in swimming pools anymore.
I was also constipated for five days.
Don’t use the bar soap at Motel 6, it stinks. Or maybe their towels stink.
I barely took any pictures, could of left that at home.
Nice, the doctor is now, going to have even more of a mess to take care of when I see him soon. He might send me to the ER too.
I said “not lately” to the suicidal question at the ER in Newport, Oregon, that might of been a lie. But the guy is a dick and said “That’s the right answer”. Why is that the right answer? You actually want to live in this fucked up world? Suffer as all your dogs are dead or dying. I can’t see any point in anything anymore.
And why did my nephew keep asking me everyday if I was feeling better? He must be more then halfway in reality then me.
Also, my heart rate was only 122 when I was anxious, the paper from the ER says it was 104.
How long till I start coughing this stuff out? I’ll probably get whatever is worse then this.
I think I know what expensive things I’ll buy, nothing. I’ll need the money for snacks when I move to the nut farm.
My heart rate is under 100, according to my watch.
Nice, Molina changed my doctor for some unknown reason. Well, I won’t be going to the regular doctor for sure now. I don’t want a male doctor, unless they are in Oregon.
There’s funny looking people in Oregon.
Fixed my sunset photos, the exposure was wrong.
Didn’t remove any noise, other then the default RAW noise setting. That isn’t natural. Like her shaved cooch, not natural either.
There’s a small image of one of the sunset photos. Probably the best one. And, no, you can’t have the full version.
That was on the porch of the house we stayed in. You could see the shitty drowning ocean from it.
Molina’s site doesn’t say why she’s being terminated. I looked on Kaiser’s site, and can’t even find the guy that will be my doctor next month. I’ll just change it to a lady, the farthest away one. That means, nobody will take me to the doctor. I do have a weird sensation in my throat. Is it the toothpaste I was using out of town? Almost feels like heartburn.
Last night, or early morning, when I was trying to fall a sleep, it felt like I was bleeding internally. That won’t kill you, there’s a ton of blood internally. Just flowing all over the place.
I should go to bed, but I’m not sure I want to sleep anymore. It won’t make me feel better, just worse. Might as well stay up and go insane.
It’s funny, the lady at the ER, that did the cat scan, had to hold my arm for the nurse guy. Or whatever he is.
I can’t hold anything super still if you want me to. If I was injured, they’d have to make me sleep to do the test. Then they’d have a whole team assisting my sleeping body.
Looks like the feeling in my throat can be anxiety and/or depression related. It’ll probably go away tomorrow when I take my medicine, assuming I do.