BC Powders and Vodka

January has always been a time for doctor's appointments. I assume it is just easy to schedule things starting at the first of the year. August seems to be another full month of health things, that is my T and A looky loo. Dr. Bill and I are both very healthy, so that helps. This age stuff forces you to venture into the medical facilities more often.

I have high expectations of medical offices and personal, Very High!!!  

This week we took Bill to have some outpatient surgery, that required me to wait. Which is fine, I bought a book with me. When we arrived at the office it was the size of a phone booth, and the seats were horrible. The receptionist was eating a bagel and handing us some papers to fill out. They took Bill back, and asked me to come as well.

Now in this room, there was a great chair, on rollers. Comfy, padded, my sciatica and knees were smiling. After a few minutes the nurse told me I could go wait. I hesitated; Bill looked at me with dread. I kindly said, can I wait in this recovery area room? Nurse said, "No." I then asked her if I could roll this chair out into the closet outside these doors? "No" was her answer, again. I also asked if I could sit in the car, and they said, "No" you need to be close to sign discharge papers. I said I could sign them now, the answer was "No", So I sat in sadness, walked up and down halls, read my book, took an art course online, and ate my granola bar in front of the receptionist.  Bill was fine, but I could barely walk out of there and I was his driver.

Small details, like decent chairs help your patients, and maybe eat your bagel at home, people coming in here for surgery are NPO, and comb your hair!  Maybe I was just hungry, but they could have let me roll that chair out, I was the only person in the coffin, seriously small. 

Now that was my rant for the week, next day was my orthopedic doctor. I go into the office, and it is beautiful, couches, chairs, tables, TV's, magazines, hand soap, my happy place. My third trip this month!!! Beautiful light fixtures, and the three receptionists are sweet to a fault!! and I am happy. I wait my turn, and she says, " Now darling, sugar baby, precious who are you here to see? Allison, we are on first name basis, Thank you.  " Well, there you are in the computer, and she will be coming to get you soon, now have a good day."  I may have told her, I loved her, and went to my heavenly seat. I like to scope a room and to my delight there was a woman, about 89, in a vintage Hells Angels Outfit!!!! Not only am I happy with office and personal, I have entertainment. She was a loud talker, and I was not near her, not nearly close enough, to be in her glory, but I was tuned in. The couple across from her, were about to freak out, when she hollered, " ARE YOU IN PAIN?" Note the man, was in a cast up to his, well...lets just say, long cast!!  and he whispered, not too much. My granny angel screamed, " ALL YOU NEED IS BC POWDERS AND VODKA!!!!" Thank you Jesus, let me write this down!! I was hunting for my cell phone, to ask her if I could take her photo, but they called her back, and I watched as her chains made clanking noises, and her boots dragged across the floor. Now this is a great office. I walked into the room with a smile on my face, for gel shots in my knees, that hurt more than childbirth!! Dr. said, "Bonnie, you are always happy." and I thought, you should have seen me yesterday, but I let her think, Yes I am happy all the time!!!! It gives people hope in this crazy world!!! She asked me , "What is your secret?" I thought, "Hell's Angels" and " Attention to Details." I left her with a smile on her face. 

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WITH A SONG IN MY HEART

 I went to one of our doctors yesterday and wrote December 6 on my forms to sign.

The receptionist took my papers and I explained to her, my mistakes and could she correct them. My beloved husband made the appointments for us at 7:30 am, and I may be a tad off, like a month or two. (which you probably know, is just me!)

The form asked me when I had retired and I just said, I have no clue, it may be in your computer. Truly I have never retired, I work every day, Medicare may want the dates?? They can also look it up.

This was a 6th month checkup, and many things had happened in these last 6 months. This week I had just had new gel shots for my knees, and fell the next day, on my knees, so my lack of walking well, was a red flag for my family doctor. (34 years has been seeing me)

I began with having a stress induced heart attack in October, ( its in the charts Dr. V) I had an echo last week, and my heart is perfect. (miracles do happen)

Mama Mary died in maybe November; I feel like it was around Thanksgiving weekend? Elizabeth (my doc) was heartbroken, she had also seen mom these last three years. 

AND my knees are shot, but gel shots are helping, but I do fall often.

She looks at me, like a bunny after Easter, sad eyes and an empty egg basket.

She said, " How are you grieving?" Well...said I... I don't grieve, I don't cry, I think mom is good. Ward took all my grief when he died, all my tears, so I may just tunnel vision death. Put it in its on compartment. Doctor may have said, that is not real healthy Bonnie, but I know you, and you know your body and mind.

Then she leads with. "How are your nerves and depression?"

Well....they live with me in peace. I have added winter depression, that I deal with, does not require extra meds, just sunshine and time turned back.

I like to keep nerve pills on hand, but as she can see from my bottle, I don't take them. It is a comfort to know they are at a hands reach if I can not get up off the floor from cracking up!! 

She then wanted to know what I needed for knee pain? I asked her, what do I usually take? she smiled and said, I know, nothing, but your knees look terrible.

I held her sweet hands, and said, "I am good, daddy would say, this is just life Bonnie."

I only know how to live with great big ideas, looking for Joy even in a gray day.

I do not like aches and pains of ageing but remain proud of how we take care of each other.

We have a large family with daily quirks that sometimes can get Big. Thankfully there is an empty cross where I leave them. I tell Jesus, and whoever is taking my call that day, to please help all my loved ones have some common sense. Work Hard, be kind, and box up crazy and leave it for the mailman. (and that does not refer to me, children, it is a metaphor of behaviors from time to time!!)

Dr. Veverra, bid goodbye and I was happy and healthy for a moment. I will hold on, to each moment.

The husband was healthy also, we are highly favored and blessed for another day.

Now I may not know the day or month or year, but I do know its sunny out, so It's all good.