Don't have alot to report in the hurry up and scurry 'round addition of my life. I finally went to see a doctor about all my aches and pains. The cute young nurse who took my blood pressure and fumbled around a bit with the aparatus and said, "oh I just hate this room, it's backwards". To which I said, "well then I guess I came to the right place".
You all know how I hate going to the doctor. Most have proved themselves in no time at all to be complete and bonafide arrogant "know it alls" with a special stink eye out for crusty old woman like me. In other words...my lack of respect is only equalled or exceeded by theirs.
Contrary to popular belief out there in bloggy land (waving Hi to Cee and Georgina), I am a patient, kind, loyal, true blue nice older lady with a sharp wit and tongue. I used to not say what I felt and then I reached a certain point in my life and it's been full out ever since. I embarrass my daughter but not my grandchildren. And when it comes to someone doing their job well, or in a kind manner, I let them know that first thing. If they are an asshole, I tell them that too. I'm fair.
Today was a real treat. The new doctor is my daughter's age, cute as a button, very kind, listened, asked questions, gave me options and made me feel like she was really concerned for my well being. First time in a whole lot of years that past medical question were asked and then covered in the interview. Also she was thorough in her exam of my achy old parts. We came together in a plan of attack for my pain that wakes me in the night and I will trust her judgement and follow her directions as prescribed and go see her again in October.
And the only reason I am being compliant is because; 1. the doctor was someone I could respect because she showed compassion, 2. GereaKaye told me not to be scared (leave it to a kid) and try what the doctor advised and try to get well so I could be happier, 3. Mr. Oblivious wants to go on vacation with a wife who can walk more than 2 blocks and because lovelies (drum roll)....I am tired of not being able to do the things that need to be done because I hurt.
That being said, I should now take my new/old meds and go pack up a dragon to ship. I have some other adventures to share with you this coming week.......smooches and squeezes, Oma Linda