…and other parts of life including “Gotothedoctorrightaway” which I did.
M: Wrote, Got 1345 appointment, talked with Bee who is pulling her hair out about her family and dad in nursing home where he refuses to get out of bed and insists he is in pain when full of morphine and her family who thinks the home isn’t doing anything, lunch, Doc visit and weighed in gaining only 4 pounds with this sedentary life, dinner, planned wedding trip to Vernal Utah, went dress looking at Ross.
Weather: Wwwwarmmmmm even at beach. Sunny. Sun tea out on the deck. Light foods.
Menus: Monday: Bfast: Grapenuts with rice-milk and coffee. Lunch: half a ham and no fat cheese sand. Dinner: butterflied loin pork chop with orange glaze, green beans, avo and tomatoe salad.
The Author of Third Reich in Ruins liked what I wrote and especially liked the fact that I touched on the “Volkish” architectures of which more survived. I felt honored to hear from him.
Yes, yes, and yes. I went in yesterday to have a new doc, that’s always scary, look at my much reddened and reddening shin. Not infected, he said after I told him “All.” Oh, what a relief. He thinks it’s an allergy. Me of many allergies never thought of that. Neither did daughter Lenora. An allergy to the antibiotic ointment. The first one just made it all redder and didn’t work so I moved on to a much tougher one which made it worse. Vastly worse.
All the other dings, dents, bruises, and scrapes have healed perfectly. Even going in the water wasn’t the problem tho I must now stay out of the water until the shin is completely healed. He is much worried about the swelling tho. I’m to wear gauze, pressure stocking, and a “silver cream” which will prevent infection while things heal. Wash gently with soap and water, gauze, and live. If things don’t improve in five days, or by Friday, come back. Yes sir.
When he was done he reminded me that it was that test time again. I’m afraid my mouth opened and everything I have been thinking fell out……poor guy. I live with a whole drawer of pills and sprays. I’m over done with doctor’s visits, pills, nostrums, lotions, and potions not to mention MRI’s, x-rays, and getting smashed one more time. And I am only 66. Or is that 67. I’m damned if I feel old. Ah well, it’s still mammogram and physical time again. If I have to do it, so does G. Appointments will be made this morning.
The Wedding. Our niece is getting married in August to someone we are assured that we will like. The reception is in Vernal, Utah, and G insists we can go to our September train trip and take one day of vacation time and go to Vernal too. I, who is always urging G to isolate less and do family stuff more is jazzed that he thinks we can afford this. It looks like we will fly into Salt Lake City Friday noonish, drive four hours to Vernal in a Fox rental, and be there in time for the cake cutting on Saturday. We will fly out of SLC Sunday morning with only one day’s vacation time used.
Fly? Us. The train people? We will carry it all on with us. Fancy clothes, pills, and pillows ‘R us all on our backs. Watch us. All at senior rates too.