Today started out rather rough. Little MPB didn’t sleep well last night as his 2 year molars have started their freakishly early and painfully slow arrival. Which meant Mr. MPB and I didn’t sleep well. Which meant the adult MPBs were both tired and grouchy (yet, Little MPB was as happy as ever – how does he do this?!).
Anyways, after a rushed morning Mr. MPB made a snarky comment under his breath as he left the house for a work meeting and I left with Little MPB for daycare drop-off. I heard the comment and promptly called him on his cell and called him out for it. Normally these are the type of things I’d try to just walk away from because it’ll get us no-where. And, I suspect normally Mr. MPB wouldn’t make the comment in the first place. Needless to say, it was not a pretty telephone conversation. And not the way anyone wants to start their day.
The call ended abruptly as I arrived at daycare and used it as an excuse to get off the phone. Nothing was resolved and I just went on my way in a horrible mood. And I suspect Mr. MPB did too.
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After dropping off Little MPB I went to the grocery store. I recently discovered I can eat banana bread and Little MPB loves bananas at the moment. So I planned a quick stop at the grocery store to pick up bananas.
Anyways, as I walked into the grocery store an older gentleman very politely asked if I had a few dollars to spare if I could buy him some food (I have an unofficial life rule that if someone asks me for food I will always buy them something because I believe no-one should ever be hungry and providing a meal is the least I can do). So I said sure, if you are here when I come back out, I’ll bring you a sandwich. So, I proceeded to buy bananas for us; and, 2 sandwiches, 2 apples and a bottle of water for the gentlemen outside. And after shopping the gentleman was still outside, as I approached him with his bag of food he seemed genuinely shocked that I kept my word and was also rather appreciative.
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But the point of this is not that I bought someone food. The point is that the entire time I was shopping and thinking of the man outside, I felt my grouchiness lessen and my gratitude increase. Honestly, no matter how grouchy I am, I have so much to be thankful for. Mr. MPB and I were having a stupid argument literally because I was complaining about needing more sleep. We were arguing because I’m basically always hungry/tired and he’s exhausted from nearly 2 months of doing everything at home. But you know what, at least we have a home. At least we can afford groceries. At least we have each other for support, even if its grouchy support sometimes At least I can eat one more food. And at least I have a little boy to buy bananas for. No matter how bad my morning felt, it was nothing compared to how some people live day-in and day-out.
Basically, in asking for a meal, this gentleman gave me some much needed perspective and appreciation for my day and for my life.
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I am not in the least bit surprised by the results of the H. Pylori test. They have come back negative, meaning that whatever is going on in my stomach is not the result of a bacteria causing ulcer. It’s unfortunate because this means I still do not have a cause or a real diagnosis.
But, what’s really unfortunate, like horribly unfortunate, is this update from my clinic:
Your referral to a GI has been sent in. Once they process it they will put you in the queue according to their caseload priority and eventually they will give you an appointment date. Unfortunately it could take months, possibly even a year or more, before you see a GI unless your symptoms become more sever.
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The nurse from the clinic was very nice when she broke the news, and we had a great conversation about how this makes no sense. But, honestly, please excuse me while I throw a massive temper tantrum. Because that’s truthfully all I can think to do at this moment.
I have always been a strong advocate for the Canadian medical system in the case of emergency matters. Heck, even with infertility testing and multiple miscarriages, I was sort of an advocate as we never paid a penny for any of our treatments and procedures/surgeries. (I say sort of because we did eventually leave the country to seek specialized diagnostics and potential treatment not available locally).
Anyways, I think it’s pretty obvious to say that I am not very happy at the moment. Clearly our publically funded system is broken when they say not being able to eat anything other then cheerios and baby puffs is not a critical problem deserving of immediate medical care.
Which means I now have a lot riding on my upcoming visit to a naturopath. Then, once I get my wait list position and the name of the GI, which could be months from now, I plan to repeatedly call and very likely annoy the heck out of their administrative staff until they give me an appointment date and assuming I don’t like the date I plan to beg and plead for a sooner appointment date and then reputedly call until they give me a sooner cancellation appointment. It’s clearly not the best plan, but, what can I possibly lose by being a squeaky wheel?
I should mention that we have researched our options for visiting a private GI. Private GI’s do not seem to be an option in our province. So, at this Mr. MPB and I have decided not to seek out of country medical treatment. Quite frankly, we just don’t have the cash lying around for a trip to the USA plus the potential costs of the GI appointment, testing and treatment.
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