More Medications

Junior and I had our appointments tonight at the free clinic. We got there around 4:30, and left around 8:15. Junior had to go to work, so we couldn't wait for our medicines. We will have to go pick them up in the morning. Anyway....The doctor Junior saw said he needs to lose weight. Well, duh. I could have told him that. He doesn't have to go back. It kinda sucks because they can't treat his back. Not sure now what we're gonna do about getting him pain management. Maybe losing the weight will help his back, too. I just hope I can get him to stick to a diet. Me too, for that matter.Speaking of me, I also saw a doctor. No, I saw a Nurse Practitioner (NP). She was very nice. Let me start from the beginning.I haven't been to a real doctor in a while. They call you back first to do all the BP, weighing, blood sugar test, all the good stuff. So the nurse calls me, and they take you into a room with another person. She checks my temp, pricks my finger, checks my BP. Then she weighs me.Have you ever seem The Biggest Loser? You know the scale they make them stand on? That's what they make me get on. It's in a special room. I was mortified! I know I'm a big girl, but I'm not that big! They didn't make hubby get on it, and he's a lot heavier than me. He was weighed on the regular scale. So not fair. Anyway...Another nurse calls me back and puts me into an exam room. Asks me why I'm there. I tell her the whole boob story. She hands me a paper square about the size of a hand towel, and tells me to take off my shirt and bra, and cover up with it. HELLO! That didn't even cover one boob, let alone both of them. So here I am, totally exposed, rummaging through the drawers, trying to find another paper square. I did, and put one over each boob. In comes the NP. Asks me some questions. Looks at me and says..."they look kind of..." ~ "huge", I reply. "yes," she says," but I was going to say large". (For those of you reading who have never seen me, I have very big boobs. Dolly boobies. I hate them.) She looks at them and asks if I've ever thought of having them reduced. I don't know, just EVERY DAY! She decides my breast is still swollen, which I knew, but I tell her it's not nearly as bad as it was. She puts me back on the 2 antibiotics for another week/10 days. I have to go back to the clinic in 2 weeks to get a referral to see a breast specialist. She thinks I'm too large to have a mammogram. I didn't know that was possible. I ask if she thinks it something serious (Tami has me paranoid about inflammatory breast cancer), but she doesn't think it's cancer. She does think it's something, and I need to find out what's causing it to swell. So that's where I am now. I'm not as scared as I was, but am still a little anxious about them not knowing exactly what's going on. Hopefully in a few weeks we'll have more answers. Pray for me and my boobies. We need it!