The day started off as any other
Thursday. Matt left for work and leaves
the local morning news on for me to listen to.
I usually wake up to a early call from someone on the mainland that’s
unaware of the time on Oahu , like my daughter. I planned on starting the day by making a
quick phone call to correct a mistake in making a appointment to see a doctor
for partial disability, while I’m getting ready for surgery. From what I’ve been reading, I will have to
be in intensive care right out of surgery for at least two or three days. Here the link I used; http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/pheochromocytoma/DS00569/DSECTION=treatments-and-drugs
So, when Dr. Janet said she would sign any form to allow full disability, I started realize I should consider my condition more seriously. So, at first I thought I didn’t need disability. But, hearing how the medication will make me dizzy, drowsy, and not able to stand quickly, I started to know better than to not get the disability. Dr. Janet said I should lessen my client load. I do social media on the cheap and dreads, but not making enough to get a business permit or salon. Right away I got a relief, cause I could use that as a reason to let loose my Rasta. What he really needs is a personal assistant. Well, I thought I make a quick call, but that didn’t happen at all. It turned into a phone call nightmare. I didn’t want to go anywhere, cause since I didn’t have the meds I need to control my blood pressure (now known as BP). Now I know why my feet got swollen. Even when I didn’t eat anything, I use to think it was something I was eating. So, I removed all processed foods, bleach flour, premade products, and anything with natural flavors and spices on the label. I became a self proclaimed activist against GMOs and I seriously believe all GMOs should be labeled. When talking to family, I was telling what to eat. Back to the hellish call to Human Services to reset a appointment date. To make long story short, I found out my cell can only hold a 2hr call, cause that went dead. My land line went dead after 4 hrs. I was so mad at myself for being on the phone that long. I know I could risk going down to the office. I did learn a valuable lesson and that is to not feel paralyzed by my condition, like I can’t go anywhere or move. On day two I learned after 4hrs waiting, cleaning the house, and calling city hall, along with a TV station to complain, and that is to go down there tell them how I feel, Just like the old Skye would do. Nothing about me has changed or should, just because I have pheochromocytoma. So, I guess I'll go down to Human Services in the a.m.
So, when Dr. Janet said she would sign any form to allow full disability, I started realize I should consider my condition more seriously. So, at first I thought I didn’t need disability. But, hearing how the medication will make me dizzy, drowsy, and not able to stand quickly, I started to know better than to not get the disability. Dr. Janet said I should lessen my client load. I do social media on the cheap and dreads, but not making enough to get a business permit or salon. Right away I got a relief, cause I could use that as a reason to let loose my Rasta. What he really needs is a personal assistant. Well, I thought I make a quick call, but that didn’t happen at all. It turned into a phone call nightmare. I didn’t want to go anywhere, cause since I didn’t have the meds I need to control my blood pressure (now known as BP). Now I know why my feet got swollen. Even when I didn’t eat anything, I use to think it was something I was eating. So, I removed all processed foods, bleach flour, premade products, and anything with natural flavors and spices on the label. I became a self proclaimed activist against GMOs and I seriously believe all GMOs should be labeled. When talking to family, I was telling what to eat. Back to the hellish call to Human Services to reset a appointment date. To make long story short, I found out my cell can only hold a 2hr call, cause that went dead. My land line went dead after 4 hrs. I was so mad at myself for being on the phone that long. I know I could risk going down to the office. I did learn a valuable lesson and that is to not feel paralyzed by my condition, like I can’t go anywhere or move. On day two I learned after 4hrs waiting, cleaning the house, and calling city hall, along with a TV station to complain, and that is to go down there tell them how I feel, Just like the old Skye would do. Nothing about me has changed or should, just because I have pheochromocytoma. So, I guess I'll go down to Human Services in the a.m.
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