This morning Byren woke up to vomiting slime accompanied by blood.
Not a nice way to wake up.
As soon as I got to work, I put in my half days leave to take him to the doctor (since we only have one car) & phoned for an appointment.
I know it sounds negative. But with the experiences I’ve had at hospitals & doctors – I don’t like it there.
Even if this appointment isn’t for me, I’m cringing at the thought of being here.
I don’t think doctors like giving good news. Think about it. Bad news for them means business. If we were all healthy, clean & clear, doctors wouldn’t have a job. For them, giving bad news & telling you to go for tests & come back for second appointments. It’s all money, baby, & they make a lot of it. One simple consultation payment costs a crap load which makes my purse shiver every time I need to make a payment. We don’t have medical aid, simply because our previous medical aid screwed us over & we can’t afford medical aid at the moment.
So we do everything cash.. Cash, cash, cash. Ka-ching!
Let’s hope it’s not bad news when we walk out…