Wednesday, May 04, 2005

More flowers

Sari Robins liked her new website so much, she sent me flowers:

That doesn't happen very often. In fact, never.

Sharon wrote and asked for a picture of the tulip geraniums that I talked about the other day. They're really unusual and, I thought, really beautiful. The one on the right in the second photo was called an "Apple Blossom" geranium because of the white and pink color. They are all still sitting in my living room in front of the window, because it's still too cold to put them outside. Soon, I hope.

I took the day off yesterday and had a day's worth of medical appointments: my annual ob/gyn checkup, a mammogram, and a new one, a bone scan. I had no idea what to expect from that one, but it turned out to be no big deal, and the technician was kind of a character. Very sunny and upbeat and cheerful; all the nurses at that office are, really. The reception staff is kind of dour, but as a rule everyone is pretty nice.

The nurse who did the bone scan said my bones were in great shape. She said I had "the hips of a teenager," and, in fact, when I looked at the printout she gave me, I saw that my bone density numbers were better than the ones listed as the comparison point. I take calcium every day, and eat a lot of dairy, and do some weight-bearing exercise, all of which she said were obviously doing the job. I asked her if I needed to take more calcium, because I'm taking 1200 mg, and I though you were supposed to be taking 1500 (the pills are so large that I can really only force myself to take two at a time). She said no, that what I was doing was working, and I didn't need to change anything.

After that happy news, though, I got a call this morning from the radiologist's office where I had the mammogram done. They want me to come back in for a sonogram to check something out. The nurse stressed several times that it wasn't anything to worry about, that the radiologist thinks it's probably a cyst, but he just wants to be sure. I'm going in late Friday afternoon for that. And I'm trying not to worry about it.

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