Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Fresh

I called my doctor's office a couple of months ago and said that I needed an appointment for my annual check-up "sometime after the first of May." Last year I went during the last week of April; I always try to do my annual and my mammogram on the same day so I don't have to take so much time off work, and in order for my insurance to pay for the mammogram, it has to be more than a year since I had one (they would probably be okay with it being a week or so early, as long as I had a prescription for it, but it saves hassle).

So the scheduling person said, "How about May 1?" and I said that would be fine, even though it was a Monday, and I try not to be gone on Mondays. But whatever, I told her fine, and she gave me a few alternatives as far as times, and we settled on 11:00. Then I called the imaging center and made an appointment for a mammogram at 9:30 that same day. They're usually pretty quick, i.e., I don't have to wait very long, and it's usually fairly easy to get an appointment with them.

It's sort of like making travel plans, though. You never know when you're making the airline reservations whether you'll be able to get the hotel that you want, and vice versa. So I usually make the doctor appointment first, then fit in the mammogram either before or after it.

So the appointment was in my Palm Pilot, and in iCal on my computer (on all three of my computers, and on my phone.

The mammogram went fine. She had to do one film over for some reason--I probably breathed--and my arm hurt all night and still hurts today because of the contorted position I was in for that one, twice. And I won't know for sure until tonight--she said if they needed anything else, or if there were any problems, they'd call by 5:00 the next day--but there wasn't any indication that anything was amiss. (Although, I was thinking about that. The technicians are careful to tell you that they don't read the films, they just look at them to be sure they are good pictures, technically. The radiologist reads them later. But you know that those technicians know what they're looking at. I would think it would be awfully hard not to react, or not to say something, if you saw something worrisome.

But they're professionals, so they don't, of course. Like the sonogram technician who did my ultrasound a few years ago and just kept talking to me casually while she was circling the "ton" (my gynecologist's word) of fibroids that had taken up residence in my uterus.

Anyway -- I had the mammogram, got out of there at 10:00, and didn't need to be at the doctor's until 11:00, so I went and gos gas, and went to the bank, and still got there about a half hour early, so I sat out in the parking lot and read for a little while. I got up to the office at about 10:45, checked in, and sat down to wait.

And waited. And waited. And waited.

They have a sign up that if you've been waiting more than 30 minutes, to please go up and ask, because the receptionists don't always know if the doctor cut out the back door to deliver a baby or something. So I gave it 45 minutes--actually an hour after I got there--and at 11:45 I went up to the desk and asked if the doctor was just running late, or . . . ?

The receptionist said no, the doctor wasn't even there, and he wasn't actually scheduled to be there until noon. I said, well, okay, but my appointment was at 11:00, and she looked it up and said no, it's at 12:30.

Realizing that it would do absolutely no good at all to argue, I went and sat down again to wait some more. I called Bob, and work, and let them know I was, through no fault of my own, going to be late. Because I don't think I've ever written an appointment down wrong, which is what the receptionist obviously assumed that I had done. What I imagine happened is that the doctor changed his schedule, they changed my appointment, and no one bothered to tell me.

Oh well. Everything turnedout fine. Well, I guess I don't know 100% until a month has passed, because that's how long they say it could take for PAP results, but I'm assuming everything is fine. My blood pressure was slightly elevated (120/72 when it's normally 110/70), but I assume that's the result of the appointment mix-up. Little enough to be worried about, I suppose.

I love my doctor. He's really exceptional, I think. I used to see a nurse-practitioner in the same practice, but she left the practice for medical reasons of her own right before my surgery, and the head of the practice did my surgery, and I've continued to see him. Bob really liked him a lot, too.

While he was examining me, he asked me if I had a "fresh mammogram," and I said, yeah, this morning, and he said, "Can't get much fresher than that!"

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Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Flowers

I've been holding on to these pictures thinking that I'll sit down and actually write something sometime, but it just isn't happening. Too much going on, yet nothing worth writing about, really. But in any event, more pictures of the poppies:


And buds getting ready to bloom (and which may already have bloomed, by now):


A lone strawberry plant that I think must have been planted by a bird:


And a little deutzia bush that my mom sent me home with last summer, and which never got planted, and is now blooming in its pot:


Oh, and the Gerbera daisy on my desk. Kristi bought a cute, tall, skinny vase for her desk with a daisy in it, and said she'd pick one up for me if I wanted. So I gave her the money, and she came back with a lovely hot pink glass vase and this cool pink daisy (now beginning to wilt).


I went to the nursery Sunday afternoon and bought a couple of Gerbera daisies (decided to try to grow my own!), three geranium plants for the front porch, some ground cover with tiny white flowers that I can't now remember the name of, and a peony! I've wanted a peony forever, and my mother has said that she'll give me a start of one, but we've just never done it. They were fairly inexpensive for once ($19.99), and there was a wonderful pale pink one that I couldn't resist. It has two big blooms on it now, and one bud, so hopefully it will continue blooming over the summer.

Of course, as soon as I bought the flowers (and Sunday it was hot!), it turned cold and rainy, and it's been like winter again this week. So the flowers are in the garage, waiting for a warm weekend to do the planting. Just as well, really, since by the time I get home in the evenings, it's too late to do much of anything. Hopefully next weekend will be nice and I can get them in the ground or in larger containers.



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Thursday, April 20, 2006

Windows

To an indoor cat, windows must seem strange. There's a whole other world out there that they are seldom allowed out in -- they only get out when they have to go to the vet, or when they slip out through the open door if we aren't vigilant enough. So it must seem so strange to them to see the squirrels and birds and rabbits and other cats, and to smell the outside air, and maybe not really understand it.

It's turned into Spring here, and we have the windows open as often as possible. And if the windows are open, the cats are sitting in front of them, night and day. In the daytime, there's the added benefit of a shaft of sunlight to stretch in.




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Sunday, April 16, 2006

The birds

I took these pictures last weekend, through the living room window, so they're not very sharp, but I wanted to see if I could get a picture of the finches at the birdfeeder. Seeing the little finches makes me very happy. I have two finch feeders, and when I took the picture, both feeders had birds at all four of the perches. This one had three goldfinches and one purple one. I mostly get the gold ones; my mother says she gets almost all purple ones. I love them.




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Saturday, April 15, 2006

Rules

I just got in from using the leafblower in the backyard. Bob had raked and picked up leaves several times this fall, but there were still a lot up against the fence, and since things are starting to come up, I figured I'd better get rid of them. We're supposed to have a big thunderstorm tonight, and I didn't think it would be nice to run the leafblower on Easter Sunday, so I decided to do it tonight.

Bob saw me struggling with it (I hadn't used it since the Fall, and it's kind of awkward and hard to remember how to put it all together), and came out with the rake and raked up a couple of bags of leaves while I vacuumed. Then he got out the ladder cleaned out the gutter, and we came in to wait for the storm. He's going to fry fish tonight--he went fishing yesterday and came home with a bag of fillets. He always cleans it before he comes home--that was one of our rules when we got married: he can bring home all the fish he wants, but I don't clean it, or cook it.

We don't have a lot of rules. Don't go to bed mad is a big one. I'm supposed to never run out of toilet paper, lightbulbs, trash bags or . . . there's something else, I think, but I can't remember now what it is.

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