Health crap and more crap

😌So yesterday's developments are ordering what we need for the NG Tube (feeding tube) and hearing test results.
1. Malnourished.
2. Sluggish Gallbladder.
And just for a little extra element of surprise and fun...my hair is dying and falling out. Well hair isn't entirely alive per say, but you get my drift. Extreme damage from malnutrition=Mia Farrel from Rosemary's Baby coming to a Victoria near you this Friday. It's not what I had planned for my badassary, but I'll slap on some crimson red lip stain and walk...well rather roll around like a MF#$%# Boss!
Ok so maybe not quite like that, but I prefer the imagery to near bald female in wheelchair. My blog, my rules! Take a seat!
Ok, done with the sarcasm...or am I?
Moving on...I have three apt. this Friday including the hair execution. I have the last (hopefully) diagnostic injection that should last around 8-10 hours. So in short, I'm going to actually have a relatively good day. Next thing on the agenda is an infusion at my PCP which will take around 1.5 hours to which I will drift off to sleep and think of things other than infusions and injections.
I have a fun PJ day planned. Total lazy time with a friend that I'm totally looking forward to. Can't do much, but totally can lay around in PJ's and goof around. Low energy, yet fun, activity. Now now...what PJ's to wear?
It's the first time hanging out so it's a choice between standard jammies and a full on onezie though if you don't play that right, people may not answer the door. 'Sorry crazy chick! Not today Satan"!
I'm so wishing it was at least 3 p.m., but not so much luck. It's about 15 minutes to 2 pm with 2 more hours to go. There are worse things. Like drowning, or being lit on fire, so this could be worse. I just wish it would pass by faster. Like the Amtrak. HERE and gone again. Just that fast. OR maybe if I had a perfectly trained clone that could work for me that would be a feat of wonders for which has never before been seen!
I wonder what tomorrow will bring, after the fact. Will I or won't I get surgery? Will the feeding tube work? Will my fingers pull themselves off and run around because they protest to the constant art work?
Stay tuned...