September 17, 2020

SMOKE AND FOG


The winds have been blowing smoke from the fires toward the coast.  Smoke from all the fires up and down  the west coast.  We stay inside breathing shallowly except on pool days or doctor days. 

Lots of doctor stuff.  It seems endless.  I go to all without a whimper, but inside I’m ranting and raving.  Which, of course, does no good.  Today a blood draw done by an amateur.  I swore when he treated my arm like a dart board.  Today a nurse practitioner wanted a urine sample.  No one had told me.  George commented that I had certainly been doing well with all the fuss plus getting up early.  I just smiled, but I truly hope all these visits are done for the moment.

Dear G announced that one of the things he wanted to do in retirement was fish….fish off the Ocean Beach Pier.https://oceanbeachsandiego.com/attractions/ocean-beach-pier.  He used to have a wheeled cart in which he could put everything needed.  When we moved out of the big house, he sold it.  Now he’s gone to great effort and inventiveness to create a low cost trailer for my scooter.  With canvass sides and a sheet of plexi to cover the canvass bottom of a bike trailer, he was almost ready.  He invented a little arm to connect the two and he’s off.  His worn out knees won’t be strained by the long walk, and boy is he happy.

 I’ve been researching something new to write essays about.  I pretty well covered the Nazi’s with articles covering architecture, art, writing eleven articles in all.  I can certainly edit them and make them better as I’m still fascinated by the subject.  But I’m done with them.  I wrote a long piece about the WPA murals, ditto American Architecture.  Now if I can find something as juicy about Ocean Liners or railroads that hasn’t been written by an expert, I’ll do it.

…………………………………………………………………………………………………..

  • <A HREF=http://geeeee-zer.blogspot.com/>Himself:  Blood draw.  Lunch.  Playing an old computer game.  Photo of new cart on his blog.
  • Myself:  Blood draw plus equal two trips downtown.  Only two more Dick Francis adventures to read.   Photo of new cart on his blog.
  • Reading:  Between books.
  • Photo:  Taken from the Shelter Island boat launch showing fog, smoke, and a little blue sky.
  • Gratitude’s:  That there are two days of no appointments.

 

10 comments:

  1. I hear you on the bad blood draws. I don't remark on them. I tell the good techs they did well, but don't remark on the bad. Odds are, they are next up next time.

    ReplyDelete
  2. I've missed you. Now I know how it feels when I hit a writing slump! LOL As I had guessed, it's my gallbladder. If the dr. wants to remove it, he'll have to wait until after the wedding in October. I think I can wait that long...

    ReplyDelete
  3. I’ve had blood taken by a few amateurs. Not fun. Glad the dr appointments are over for a time. Yay for G and the time fishing.

    ReplyDelete
  4. Nothing like smoke to reinforce isolation. What makes you appreciate talented blood drawers is getting a bad one. Sorry about that.

    ReplyDelete
  5. Where are you publishing your essays. I would like to read them

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I'm not, but I will send you links to each if you want.

      Delete
  6. Blood tests are one of the things I can't stand especially when it is done by an amateur. My worst one took five times before they got the blood. I don't understand it because some people can do it on one try and you don't even feel it. Enjoy your weekend.

    ReplyDelete
  7. I think I've only had one blood draw that was horrible. The rest have been OK. I have the worst time when they ask for a urine sample. Something about me just closes up.

    ReplyDelete

postcards

Celebration of Life