Kaiser. Why can’t I just love you? Why do you keep making me hate you?
Yesterday I went in for an appointment with the podiatrist. My feet have been killing me. It’s part the corn that’s been hanging around for months (since January, at least), and part what is probably neuropathy. My expectations weren’t leaning to the miraculous (no pain at all), but much more to the realistic (a little relief so that I can take short walks in Colorado). However, all those hopes and expectations were dashed when I arrived and was told that I didn’t have an appointment that day. They’d see me on JULY 15th.
The first available appointment was more than 5 weeks out from when I’d requested one. Like that’s going to do me any good at all.
It’s yet another example of why I don’t feel all that supported in dealing with the side effects of my meds. It’s like I’m going this all alone. Kaiser is useless. The doctor up in Humboldt? I have no idea what’s happening there, but after two emails about issues with no response, I’m not sure what our relationship is.
And, yes, I get that I’m moaning and wallowing, and not being as proactive as maybe I could. But, my feet hurt. My legs hurt. I’m knackered. My tongue hurts. My hair is falling out. Did I mention I’m just wiped?
I really wish I had someone I could turn to, with little issues or big, and get some help.
I will say, though, that the medicine that my oncologist prescribed for diarrhea does work well, and with no bad effects. So at least there’s that.