I went to the mailbox today. I had some mail, which contained a letter from the hospital. I had a feeling it wasn't worth opening just yet. So I left it for a few hours. It felt thin, and unimpressive. So I opened it..........Inside contained a script for Trimethoprim. Woohoo, not. I already had a script for that as I had told the Ears that are painted on. What I was wanting was the special exemption form for my Probiotics. I should not have held my breath with hope. Actually I am glad I didn't, as I would have been quite acidotic by now. I'm glad in a way that I have pessimistic views on the Health Care here in Christchurch. The disappointment of actually believing good would have happened may have sent a happy person over the edge. Instead I wear my who gives a shit face and muddle on. Trying to get any consistent care around here would be the equivalent of winning lotto. You just know its never going to happen, so why bother buying a ticket. So to take any Antibiotics one must take Amphotercin B, Cyclazine (nausea/vomiting), D.H.C(for diarrhea ) Other special place medications, Paracetamol (for headache) blah blah blah, when one little healthy pill once a day could possibly mean I could halve most of it. Maybe, just maybe the reason why Drug Companies wont endorse nor sell Probiotics and such is that they make more money by ensuring multiple other drugs need to be taken for side/adverse effects. The sad sack of shits. Yeah I'm tired, grumpy and bitchy. I have litle energy. On a much more pleasant note my Dahling friend Sarah was wearing her mum's dress from the 60s on Xmas eve. She looked so pretty and ethereal that I had to post her on here. She is a modern day mother Theresa this gal.
I went to the mailbox today. I had some mail, which contained a letter from the hospital.
I had a feeling it wasn't worth opening just yet. So I left it for a few hours. It felt thin, and unimpressive. So I opened it..........Inside contained a script for Trimethoprim. Woohoo, not.
I already had a script for that as I had told the Ears that are painted on.
What I was wanting was the special exemption form for my Probiotics.
I should not have held my breath with hope.
Actually I am glad I didn't, as I would have been quite acidotic by now.
I'm glad in a way that I have pessimistic views on the Health Care here in Christchurch.
The disappointment of actually believing good would have happened may have sent a happy person over the edge.
Instead I wear my who gives a shit face and muddle on.
Trying to get any consistent care around here would be the equivalent of winning lotto. You just know its never going to happen, so why bother buying a ticket.
So to take any Antibiotics one must take Amphotercin B, Cyclazine (nausea/vomiting), D.H.C(for diarrhea ) Other special place medications, Paracetamol (for headache) blah blah blah, when one little healthy pill once a day could possibly mean I could halve most of it.
Maybe, just maybe the reason why Drug Companies wont endorse nor sell Probiotics and such is that they make more money by ensuring multiple other drugs need to be taken for side/adverse effects. The sad sack of shits. Yeah I'm tired, grumpy and bitchy. I have litle energy.
On a much more pleasant note my Dahling friend Sarah was wearing her mum's dress from the 60s on Xmas eve. She looked so pretty and ethereal that I had to post her on here. She is a modern day mother Theresa this gal.