The doctor says I’m going to have to give them up, for my health.
No, actually, there’s nothing that stands out as being wrong. My heart is good. My blood pressure is good. My temperature is good. Except that I can’t breathe, I appear to be pretty healthy.
I like my doctor. I also wrote her a letter and I found that very helpful as well–both in terms of it making it easier for me to talk to her and for me feeling like I said everything I needed to say. I told her my financial woes and gave her my priorities for things to work on and so that’s what we’re doing.
She wants to get me in a sleep clinic as soon as possible, but we’ll have to see how expensive it is.
Still, I feel good about things and I like her.