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August 7th, 2019

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Hospital Practically A Second Home

Got woke up from a nap by the phone. It was a recording from the pharmacy saying my Metformin refill was ready. I'll wait and pick it up tomorrow afternoon after I get through with THREE things at the hospital... the follow-up diabetes class, an EKG the doctor who did my surgery has scheduled, then a stop by the lab for blood work my primary care doctor wants me to get before my August 13th appointment with him. Then Friday morning, I have to be BACK at the hospital early for the monthly balloon dilation procedure.

Sometimes, I feel like I should just pack up and move into that place, as much time as I've been spending there lately. :-/
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Conflicts of Doctors

The esophagus surgery and the diabetic class I've went to at the hospital (got another "class" tomorrow, a follow-up from the first one a few weeks ago) are "conflicting" in a way. The diabetic nutritionist expects me to be eating three square meals a day, around the same time each day, and with certain proportions of TYPES of food. Since the surgery, even the surgeon said, since my stomach is now smaller, I'll be looking at eating a little bit scattered throughout each day, instead of regular sized meals three times a day.

The diabetic nutritionist will just have to accept the fact. I haven't really seen the point in the class my primary care doctor is sending me to anyway. Three hours of a day of someone telling me a bunch of stuff I pretty much already know.