I think I have a touch of the miseries

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, 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.

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