I went to the Dr. yesterday. Nothing was really wrong. I just hadn’t been since last June and it was that time. I got on a scale yesterday for the first time in months. I was half expecting for the scale to start to smoke or scream “Get off! Get off now!” However it wasn’t as bad as I ‘d feared. In the last 4 months I gained about 6 lbs. I figured that wasn’t too bad since in that time: 1. My mom got sick and died 2. We had Halloween, Thanksgiving, my BD, Christmas and New Years and Valentine’s Day 3. We’ve taken a beating financially. I’m thinking that on the old stress-ometer of life mine is registering right on up there these days.
The nurse greeted me and asked how I was doing? I told her I wished I could say I was 20 and was just popping in to get my birth control pills- no aches, no pains, no twinges; but alas, that was not possible. Unfortunately, I fear I’m starting to sound like those little old ladies who dotter into the doctor and complain that everything but their eyelashes hurt. Or maybe I sound more like Mr. Richard Fader made famous by Roseann Roseanna Danna.
When I got on the scale at his office, I looked at the nurse and said “You’re going to take 2 lbs. off for shoes and clothes aren’t you?” (Like that’s really going to make a difference- please). At least she was considerate enough to go behind closed doors before she broke out laughing.
I’ve had the same young doctor for years now. He is such a sweetie. I even talk to him by email if I just need something called out. He looked at me today and could tell I wasn’t the happiest of campers. He listened patiently as I rattled off my litany of complaints. I even had it all written down so I wouldn’t forget one! That was a first for me and not one I was especially thrilled about. By the time I left there today I’d had my right shoulder x-rayed (The one damaged from all the face painting)- also an EKG- I’ve had some fibrillation in the past couple of weeks. (I’m blaming Doug for that). There’s also an MRI scheduled for my left knee. (I can trip over a grain a sand- a mountain goat I am not). At any rate, within a month or so we’ll know just how well everything works. It’s sounds like a lot of problems, but it has been almost a year after all.
I almost forgot- I’m getting my eyes checked out as well. There’s a nasty rumor spreading about that I don’t see distances well enough to drive. Well, we’ll see about that. Actually, it’s just a ploy of mine to be driven about. If I could just get Doug would wear that little black cap I bought him…
In the meantime I decided I’d try some therapy- mind wise- that is. So, starting next month, March 11th to be exact, I’m seeing a “feesachiatrist” as Ricky Ricardo used to say. I hope he has a big notebook and a comfy couch. I think it will be should be verrry interesting.
