Mumbled and Gumbled

Don't you love this quilt? It's a pattern called "Mumbo Gumbo" by Pie in the Sky Quilts (and what's not to love about their name, even without their cool quilt patterns). This is one of the quilts on my "wanna do" list. It looks simple enough; I just have to get started.

I keep a picture of this quilt on my office bulletin board. It cheers me up -- and wakes me up -- when I need a diversion at work. ;-)

Today, this quilt and its name describe how I'm feeling. Mumbled. Gumbled. Out of sorts. Ticked off, and trying not to be. Frustrated with health care issues.

Aha! Health care in the U.S. is a soap box I'm sure many of you could climb on and stay for quite awhile, right? I feel guilty complaining at all; after all, I *do* have insurance. I know too many people don't. And I think that's very unfair.

*My* problem is finding a good doctor. One who will take me seriously. One who will actually be concerned about my health. This is a problem many women share with me, I know. My biggest problem lately is my blood pressure. It's way too high. I'm on medication, I'm watching what I eat, I'm working on losing weight, I work out regularly (although probably not as vigorously as I should), I don't smoke -- heck, even my husband quit smoking around me. But the BP gets higher, and higher, and higher. My doctor increased the dosage of the drug I'm currently taking -- in fact, I'm taking the highest dose they make now. It isn't helping. This morning, when I checked my BP, it was so high my husband was shocked. He looked at me really funny and said, "Do you feel okay?!?" Um, no, not really ...

So, I'm looking for a new doctor. There's a whole other rant waiting to happen. But that is my personal assignment for me today. Wish me luck, won't you? And if you're in the Houston metro area, and know any good internists or endocrinologists somewhere between Pearland and Galveston, send me their name!