This morning my friend called , close to weeping..." I have broken my hand - I need your help". Charged off before first cup of coffee, before brushing my hair- arrived to find her hand swollen , red and not working properly, got her shoes and sweater, stuffed her in my car and off we went to the walk in clinic,
Much better than going to the E.R. where they try their best to make you die in the waiting room- where all of the drug seekers and broken homeless hang out ,hoping against hope that some one will see them and give them a pill.
The walk in clinic is across town, clean, efficient - rarely much of a wait.
I filled out her forms and for the first time since I have known her found out her birth date, which she has hidden all these years, not sure why...
Doctor came in and right off the bat said "GOUT"
Then we are off again to go to the prosthetic and brace place across town in the opposite direction, I filled out four pages of "form", Saw the doctor, got the brace, then off to get prescriptions into the pharmacy across town again, left those off, to be filled when they could get around to it...I bought cherries (cherries are good for gout, and they are fresh from some farm somewhere) and an orchid hoping that that might make her feel somewhat better, Went to the Deli and bought her a melty sandwich since she had not eaten all day. Took her home, Dropped her off , went to pick up the meds, went back to her house, cleaned up after the cat, took lids off of the impossible to open meds , gave her pills and milk and food, By that time five hours had passed!
Had to get to the post office before it closed, had to do grocery shopping, and now I am having a cup of tea that is like elixer at this point.
Loads of running around - when will there be one stop shopping for what ails you? Oh, and another thing, even with insurance and medicare the meds were over the top expensive.This country is so below the bar on all fronts, it is buried. No news there....
A cup of tea makes everything seem alright- the fragrance from lily of the valley in a milk bottle is like a massage for my mind.
So, all is well...gout is weird , extremely painful, my friend said so, and I believe her!
The iris are along her sidewalk.