Another trip to Dallas and just as fustrating. The doctor wanted me to pick up a copy of the MRI film and take them to him. After waiting for hour and a half I finally got in to see the doctor and then he wasn't interested. He didn't want to see the film after he had me get them. I tried to read the report and of course it was gooblebly gook. He kinda poopooed my back pain and said I just had a little bit of arthistis. I've had Arthistis for some time this isn't just arthistis. He wants me to take some physical therapy which is just another word for exercise. I have ask twice about a manogram he ignore me about that both times. There was a sentence on the report about my right kidney. It wasn't on his report the fax cut it off. He poopooed that too and wouldn't tell me what it meant. When I got home and found out what some of the words meant it scared me to death. He finally said I could do a ultra sound. I've put that off until after we move. I am certain now I need a new doctor. Where or where is a Dr. Like Dr. Gray that knew I was a intelligent human being and would discuss things with me.
Hubby found a van listed in the paper that he wants to see about. All we need is a vehicle that drinks more gas than this one does. Gas was 2.50 a gallon when I filled up this morning. I am scared to drive to Dallas without a full tank. We didn't get caught in a road construction on the way in just on the way home today.
Still packing there never seems to an end.