Lung doctor....what a good look'n crew

Ok, it's something like 12:53am here in Carrollton Ga. an' I ain't a bit sleepy. But hell. that's normal at my house. Don't have no idea where I'm gonna go with this, but I'll give ya a update of today's activities.

I had two things on my agenda. Open a checking account at the bank and go see the good look'n lady doctor. Actually I didn't have no idea how pretty she was till she walked into the room.
But first, me an' "yo mama" jump in her truck an' head for Villa Rica to the bank. This is when the fun starts, the nice older lady is a full fledged Georgia redneck. Well according to her speech she was. For the net hour of her get'n all my information an' stuff like that....an' me ask'n her a hunnert time "what did you say"? I now have a bank account in Georgia. Now all I got to do is transfer a zillion dollar so's I can pay off what I owe on "Sally da house". That's gonna take a bit of time cause for one thing, the bank was bought by another bank an' they gonna change stuff. They put a 1 week hold on my account. But that's Ok 'cause it takes bout that long for the funds transfer. I writ a check. But it's a done deal.

Me an' "yo mama" jumps back in the truck an' heads south to Carrollton to the pulmonary doctor place. I had to fill out all the usual stuff on one them computer look'n thingys. They was ask'n stupit questions....like, did your father drink beer? Ha ha, just joke'n. I refused to answer any questions bout family history. That's none their business. The nice assistant girl calls my name. Jump on the scales....138.4. WTH, I ain't lost 4 pounds in 4 days. Somebody needs to have their scales recalculated. In Texas, I think it's a law once a year. But maybe that's for weigh'n illegal drugs. Blood pressure was up a bit, but I got "white coat syndrome", so no problemo. Another little girl comes in. Holy cows, what a good look'n girl. I don't even remember what she did I was so impressed. 

Then  the doctor come in. I weren't think'n I was gonna deal with a lady doctor an' I say to myself...."Oh shit". But....she was also a very good look'n young lady, so I went along with the program. She done me a short walk'n test to check my oxygen level walk'n. I was great with a 97-98. Then I had me breath volume test...take bout 5 minute. Then she start bring'n out the bad news. "A little longer an' you would have been in the hospital". Whoa...what? I knowed I was in bad shape, but not that bad shape. Anyhows, this is get'n too long....she prescribe me some new meds an' give me a couple samples. For al my nurses, Spriva Respimat two puffs a day once a day. And Dulera/Symbicort, two puffs two times a day. 

Then the other girl comes back in with a freak'n big ass needle an' my sample drugs. Splains everthing to me an' reaches over an' grab holt to that needle. I raised up my sleeve an' leans my arm in her direction. She says...."drop yer drawers". And then she jabs that needle in my buttocks she shoots some steroids in my ass cheek. Damn that stuff stings. A nebulizer (SP) is on order an' I got to da a oxygen sleep test with a monitor attached....at home. A chest xray is scheduled an' on 2 weeks I go in for the BIG lung function tests. Those will tell if'n I need to be on oxygen. AND, if I need oxygen, my insurance will pay for the portable machine. No bottles to lug around. 

Dang this is get'n long, an' I ain't even finish yet.

Ha ha, me an' "yo mama" jump in the truck again an' head back to "da house".
While sit'n out on the deck, I decide I'm gonna try these new drugs. I puffs them up.' I ain't coughed one time since 3pm. Well, let me take that back....I had me a chocolate cough bout a hour ago eat'n up some chocolate ice cream.  

I'll tell ya bout the soup later on. It's 1:40am an' I'm get'n a bit sleepy. Oh wait, what's that on the TV? 
Ok, see's ya laters.