I have my joie de vivre back! And love for this wonderful South–politics and all.
I hadn’t been feeling well since Mid May which coincided with the stock market going to the not good South; wondering if I had made the right move and obsessing over ever possible scenario that could have, would have, didn’t happen, the heat, and my closest friends here being away.
To make a long boring story, both less boring and long, I finally went to the doctor who said I suffer from the affliction of the gifted which is a wonderful tactful oh so Southern way of saying I make myself sick. As if I didn’t know!
I didn’t go the doctor sooner as I’m phobic and a large part of that phobia peripherally
stems from NY doctors, a bit too familiar, telling me that my heart problems are panic attacks. Hello! I know that but someday they might be heart problems. Nobody really knows the cause and affect yet. Trust me I read enough about this.
Were I bipolar or plain depressed, NY doctors would be more empathetic. But me thinks extreme anxiety’s too close to home or the opposite–out of many doctor’s who do believe they’re perfect–in their dreams–range.
Extreme anxiety’s a lot like being a drug addict. You even get the hollow face and pinned eyes while walking back and forth expending many many calories. Though if you’re me and seriously ate at the most a banana a day much of the time–for the frigging potassium and because they go down well. Later you added Greek yogurt then anything. Anyway for most people this would have been a period of extreme weight loss.
However, the doctor and nurse said in tandem, “honey, you live in the South now.” Must be something in the air…..(You, you of all people, call people “Honey,” and “Miss so and so,” so you’re used to all the “Honey’s.”)
The thing is your insurance coverage, for which you pay double, won’t cover the affliction of the gifted, no matter how it’s coded.
You feel stronger now. You will get this straightened out And you can’t help but be impressed by how reasonably priced doctors are when they know insurance won’t cover it or you don’t have any. And the price of meds. Honey you’re not in New York anymore. And you think that’s a wonderful thing.
You will of course be in New York in September because May to September is about the longest time you have stayed away.
And your test results were good. Very good. None of that pre-this, pre-that, maybe this will happen in ten years….
But at heart you’re a New York Jew. So kinehorah!