Roll With The Changes

So I tried the Impossible Whopper on my way home from my workers comp doctor appointment today. It’s strange… I don’t know exactly what to say about it. πŸ€” It was different than a normal Whopper, which you’d assume, but not in a way that made it any worse or any better than the traditional kind. πŸ€·πŸ»β€β™‚οΈ I suppose the only thing that I’d have even noticed, if someone had just brought it to me and let me think it was a regular Whopper, was that it was a little dry / less greasy.

But by the time the cheese, lettuce, mayo, ketchup, etc is added – it’s honestly hard to notice any difference. And if it is legitimately more healthy (or at least less un-healthy)… something which I never bothered to Google… then yeah, I’d probably always order it over the “normal meat” Whopper. I think White Castle has the same kind of “fake meat” in a version of their sliders, so I might have to give those a try sometime as well. I’ve got no problem reducing my meat consumption as long as it tastes basically the same and isn’t detrimental to my health. πŸ„πŸ€ πŸ€·πŸ»β€β™‚οΈ

As for my appointment today, again I suppose that I just took for granted that it wouldn’t be much different than any of my other visits with the workers comp doctor. But since it was with his PA (also a “real” doctor, of course) there was a set of “fresh eyes” on all my info. πŸ‘¨πŸ»β€βš•οΈπŸ”Ž He actually did that because the first time I saw him, many months ago, when I was originally going to be moved mostly to his schedule, I wrote a summary letter for the past decade and said I’d appreciate hearing if anything jumped out at him which may not have been something that me and my original doctor had been addressing.

Be careful what you ask for, though… 😏 It’s nothing bad bad, but having new xrays and scans of the area from fairly recently – he took a good long look at them in comparison to the ones from before / recently after my original surgery, as well as whatever few that have been done between then and now. πŸ‘¨πŸ»β€βš•οΈπŸ’» It’s nothing that I’ll have to address any time soon, but as always expected… after over a decade of three of my vertebrae being fused, the one above it is just showing signs of eventually needing attention as well. πŸ˜• Nothing horrible, nothing urgent… and since it’s something that I was already aware of as an eventual and likely possibility, having him remark about it honestly just rattled me because it hasn’t been one of the things on my mindΒ lately… not because it’s an “Oh no, a new surprise thing” thing.

But I like this doctor… I mean, time will tell if I like him as much as Dr Walter… but he talked with me a long time today, despite knowing that I’m still somewhat radioactive, and in detail that let me know he’s aware (or at least assumes) that I’m able to understand more than the average patient. πŸ€“Β I think he’s even older than Dr Walter, so I’m not sure why he’s got a PA position there. It could be he does his “real” doctor-in’ on all the other days when he’s not at this particular office. πŸ€·πŸ»β€β™‚οΈ But yeah, it’s fine… and if anything, I still think the “fresh eyes” are good… especially since he might end up having to write some reports that explain how my original work injury / surgery is what has caused this newer potential issue – because you can bet your ass that I’m going to do everything that I can to get it included into my current claim for wheneverΒ I might have to start doing things that involve it. 🀨

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Same Day Service

I woke up around 8am today, after falling asleep around 1am. 😡 The power had gone out around midnight for some reason, and it’s almost impossible for me to fall asleep without a TV making some noise and light… so my substitute was playing Netflix on my phone until the battery finally died. πŸ˜’ But anyway, I was awake way too early, and I was way too grumpy, so I hopped in the shower to un-fuck my neck and shoulder a bit and then plopped down in the living room to catch up on the news. πŸ€¨πŸΏπŸ“Ί

About an hour later I got a text from Cassi, asking me to give her a call (FaceTime) when I woke up. She woke up to one of her kitties crying and having a bad reaction to something, with his eyes being a little swollen and his inner eyelid things half-covering his eyes. 😧 She said it would come and go, but she still asked if I’d be willing to come get them and take them to a vet in Buckeye Lake that could see them a few hours later.

And actually, I didn’t mind. I wasn’t yet in the mood to do shit with my day, so having an “emergency” pop up where my presence would be helpful… it actually made me feel good, being worth a shit to someone other than myself for at least part of the day. 😏 It’s a remarkable facility, for being on the edge of crappy ol’ Buckeye Lake. Huge place with lots of rooms, separate waiting areas for cats and dogs, boarding area, grooming area, various food and supplies, etc. I’d bet that they handle most of the critter care business in the upper-Fairfield / lower-Licking county areas.

They did a blood test to make sure it wasn’t any of the “more scary” things that it could have been, and the doctor gave her best educated guess that it was some sort of typical infection that rescue cats tend to get. πŸ˜ΏπŸ‘©πŸ»β€βš•οΈπŸ€·πŸ»β€β™€οΈ He was actually looking much better by the time we got there, of course, but Cassi had plenty of pictures to help with the diagnosis. So we were back on our way with a little bottle of antibiotic juice that he’ll get once a day for the next couple of weeks. Hopefully that’ll do the trick.

I ended up staying and talking to her for a couple of hours once we got back to their place, so it was kinda nice to not only be helpful to her and a sick kitty, but also to get that unexpected chill time that we usually only get a couple times a month. 😊 I ended up spending the better part of my day on all that, and of course I ended up coming home near the end of rush hour, so by the time I got home I was ready to call it a day. 😣 It’s all well and good when I’m out in the middle of something, but when it’s over and it’s time for me to be home – I wanna be home. πŸ˜…