I am very short, so I have to keep myself under 120, and it is very hard to do that. I am still building up so today, I only did 35 minutes of step, and I had to do it on six inch step because I am not totally better. When I see my internist on Thursday, I am going to ask him to give me another round of antibiotics because I was so incredity sick that I was flat on my back for about a week. I began to do my arms, but I could not complete so I just did my back and no triceps or biceps. I probably will not be able to work out today, as I have a doctor's appointment at one thirty, and I might be totally beat after taking car service there, and then I have to walk over a half mile to get back to where I live. This doctor's appointment is for getting sleeping medicine and anxiety. My kind neighbor who first took me the doctor said I might even be a candidate for the emergency room. I hate the emergency room, but I think that I was so so sick that I took the antibiotics the wrong way. He said he would try to drive me there tomorrow, but he is very sick himself himself. You know what I said about Jabba the Hutt, who just sits and smokes all day and does not even clean her own house. Her partner John has to come and clean the place after working all day. I did my wooden floor today on my hands and knees, and I also did the kitchen floor that way. After doing all of that and taking care of my own place, I have to try to take car service to the doctor, take car service to the pharmacy, and then I cleaned the floors in my house on my hands and knees. I have a Bruce hardware floor that got flooded and it broken, and I did the entire floor with Murphy's on my hands and knees. My doctor's appointment on Thursday is to get pain killers which I cannot take every day, but my kind friend told me to get the stronger pills, and he would drive me out to Long Island to get the pills. His back also hurts a lot, and the V.A. won't give him pain pills unless he is in the hospital. I was very worried about him, and he was five days in the hospital himself. I saw him today, and he looked exhausted, and he could not promise to drive me to my anti anxiety doctor tomorrow. He said he would try, but I am not counting on it, as he looked so totally exhausted from being sick and from being in the hospital. When he saw that I was so sick, he wanted to take me to the emergency room, but I hate the emergency room so much, that I just got the antibiotics which I think I did not take correctly because I was so sick. So when I see my internist on Thursday, he told me to get the stonger pain pill, and he would drive me out to Long Island to set up the first visit, and then you only have to do it through the mail to get better. I was so worried about him, and he looked kind of lousy, so I knew he was still sick. This is the first time in about five years that I was sick like I was. Thank you all for reading.
