If my problem with processing sugar and starch turns out to be diabetes, that is at least a common sort of ailment that can be reasonably treated and possibly lead to increasing my dietary options. A part of me is rooting for a positive diagnosis on that because otherwise I have no idea what my problem is and continue to be inexplicably ill without treatment for it.
She gave me a prescription for a multivitamin, which I will see about collecting but don't know if it will be good for me to take, given my digestive problems. I also have some piece of paper that is supposed to help me get an eye examination and a new pair of glasses (the insurance will not pay for contacts, though I might look into buying myself some because I dislike glasses; obviously I will take the free glasses they give me).
Monday I am supposed to have an appointment with a counselor (or therapist; some people think they are synonymous while others think a counselor specifically deals with drug addiction and things; I don't know). They didn't call me to confirm my appointment, so I'm a little concerned. I was going to try calling them on Friday to confirm for myself, but instead I was in bed all day. I will simply go there in the morning, since my appointment is early, and hope for the best on that I guess.
I do not know how things will go in terms of getting results for my blood tests. They do not make appointments at the medical center; it is walk-in visits only, which can be very inconvenient. I do not know if they will call me or anything. And somewhere amid these things, I have to either get myself moved to the newly acquired house or get my stuff ready for my roommates to do that for me, since I will be leaving for New Jersey next weekend to spend time with friends and family for Thanksgiving as well as my dad's birthday afterward.
And.. I dunno. I guess that's it for now.