So yesterday John called the Health Department and FINALLY got them to give me an appointment. I've been trying to get one for over a month, as you already know. They set the appointment for 1 pm today, well yesterday John and our mutual friend Maron got to drinking vodka...John has acid reflux and stomach ulcers. So at 11 o'clock this morning John wakes me up doubled over in pain, saying he desperately needs to go to the hospital. Naturally I got up and started getting ready immediately, but by the time we arrived at the hospital it was 12:30 so I had no choice but to drop him off and go to my appointment. I got there, lugged Isabel out of the car in her car seat and went in, I signed in then sat down and waited. It was about 45 minutes later when they finally called my name, so I went back (carrying the baby of course) and at first they were all cooperative and nice, till they got to the part where they wanted to know what my income was. Well when I explained that I lost my job and there for had no income, they then informed me that without a letter from a relative stating that they were giving me a certain amount of money a month, I was not allowed to have medicaid...that medicaid required some kind of proof of income. So my whole trip there was pretty much wasted. So I gathered up the baby, and went to the bathroom so I could fix her a bottle...oh yeah I forgot to mention the fact that it was pouring buckets of rain since the beginning of my story and that the rain doesn't stop through out the story. Anyway after I fixed the bottle I lugged the baby back out to the car, got her completely strapped in (I'm soaked through at this point) hop into the drivers seat only to find that I can't find my keys. I got back out, searched Isabel's diaper bag, no keys...so I had to get her back out of the car, go back inside and start looking for my keys. They weren't at the doctor station, they weren't in the bathroom and they weren't anywhere on the floor. Finally after myself and two inmates they had working there had searched the entire building I decided to go back out and look in the car again. And of course after all that searching I find my damn keys shoved up under a flap of fabric in the baby's diaper bag. So me and the baby had to go BACK in to tell them I'd found the keys, then go back out re-strap in the baby and head for the hospital. Well John and I had made an agreement that when he got done in the hospital he would stand under the breeze way outside so I could see him and that if he wasn't there when I was done at the health department I was to go finish some other running around that had to be done. So when I didn't see him anywhere I went and did our running around, it was two hours before I returned to pick him up and as luck would have it he'd been outside in a different area that we'd agreed since the first time i drove through. Anyway long story short on his hospital visit the doctor told him that his acid reflux had started eating away at his throat and that he had to stop drinking all dark liquids, stop eating all greasy or spicy food and that he had to stop smoking or he was going to have to have surgery!
Well John is hollering at me to come to bed so I gotta go, I'll write more tomorrow! Blessed Be and Caio!
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