And waffle day rolls around again with temps in the high 30’s but feeling like it is freezing. But now that I am acclimated to this feral land, anything below 70° is freezing weather. Snook is feeling much better today and says her body is working normally. I guess that is why we say ‘see a doctor’. She saw a doctor and immediately felt much better. Saint Peter has nothing on doctors. His shadow had to fall on people for them to heal.
I think that is often the case with me. The time to see a doctor is at the onset of symptoms, but my first thought is to wait a week to see if the malady improves. And often by then it has, at the cost of days of misery.
My annual check the caboose day is looming in February. It is never a fun experience. Both doctors and men long for the medical breakthrough that eliminates the digital ‘walnut’ exam. I don’t get much sympathy from Snooks on that one. She says I know nothing of the indignity of a pelvic exam. Maybe she’s right, but I don’t think I’ll submit to one just to say I know.
This Sunday morning is a day of normalcy in the household. Thinking of a friend in recovery from heart bypass surgery. The first time is really the pits. Not that the second one was a walk in the park for me either, but at least I remembered the out of control emotions, irrational fear that my chest would explode if I coughed, fear that I wouldn’t have the energy to get back home from a walk.
And another friend who just moved into assisted living. She kept her home for well over a century, then suddenly had to give away many of her possessions because they wouldn’t fit in the apartment. It is not an easy thing to do.
The sun rises another 15° in the cloudy sky, the second cup of coffee is safely tucked inside, it is time to put this up on the website and do my Sunday chores.