I called my doc buddy at 6 am this morning. She was already on her way to the train for a conference up north in Huntington Beach.
Help, I said. I am getting worse. I don’t know what to do.
Fortunately, I’m part of the Kaiser network and with her help, was able to get into a doctor’s office and have the info I needed to try and get some help.
I had another night of my organs feeling hot and swollen. I only slept 3 hours. I struggled to not be anxious. I drank water. I waited until I could call her.
I probably have an infection of some kind from all this trauma and sickness and exams and tests and just general grossness.
I was able to get into see the doctor at 9 am. Amazing, simply amazing. By 11 am, I had a prescription in my hand and a chance to start feeling better.
I spent the day with my friend, resting and reading. I took a short nap. I packed and took a Lyft north, met with Jay’s newly discovered half-brother. Met the family for the first time then went to dinner. We’re now at 8 pm.
Finally we were reunited and headed north finally to our friends out in Westlake Village and TO. We turned into their driveway, and I felt my stress drop through the floor. I had medicine. I was going to one of the safest places in the world for me. I was going to hopefully have an amazing sleep. We were greeted by their wonderful, tiny hyper dogs who love us and our friend, Mark. His wife was asleep.
We chatted briefly, and we both said we had to turn in. We went to bed at 9:30 and fell instantly asleep.
The best feelings in the world: comfort, safety, love, home.
Today, I felt the range of experiences from sickness and pain to relief and rescue. What a life, the full spectrum.