It’s a Heavy Fog to Lift
Since I have turned 70 years young, I am a true believer in having a fall checkup at the medical clinic and the eye clinic every fall. I do not like surprises when it comes to health issues whether it is someone else or me.
The eye checkup is now complete and I am sporting lenses, with which I now have no problem reading fine print. As the checkup continued, there was discovered in a far, far corner, a hint of Macular Degeneration. Dr. Tim was not concerned and suggested a vitamin that has been developed for optimum eye health. Heck yes, I’ll take it. What my body doesn’t absorb will pass out of my body through the urine. My mother was diagnosed with Macular Degeneration in her 70s. There is no doubt that my Mother loved me so that she would share. Yearly eye care: check.
After appointments were made at the medical clinic, I almost needed a reminder much like the Tom Tom that is loaded on the GPS in vehicles. The Mammogram is an old hat process. I have had so many, but getting the news that all is well remains as music to my ears. The doctor checked on my progress with the two new shoulders, and of course, he had to get out his little rubber mallet to clank on the titanium knees. Everything was progressing nicely. Several years ago a back X-ray revealed the last vertebra on my back had stepped out and a second X-ray was ordered this year to see if conditions have changed. Forget that second X-ray report . . . at this time I am waiting to hear and see the results of the MRI. With the speed, much like Super Man’s, the MRI was ordered. The orders stated words to reflect “lack of stability.” The words did burn into my gray matter.
This morning with several really good pills in me to make me lie very still, I was in and out of a fog. I did get some silly thinking done in between the clunks and bangs of the MRI machine. My drugged mind almost found the load noise comforting. I found it ironic that this weekend my computer fellow had to put a new hard drive into my laptop as it had crashed while data was being reloaded. The laptop had been running really slow for some time. My back had really been a pistol for some time, and I felt myself slowing down on activities that I would have breezed through just a few months ago. My hard drive . . . my spinal cord, may have been on the fritz for some time.
I know I will hear in several days as to what the radiologist will have to share. Just as in any medical event in the past, I will pull up my bra straps and do what is suggested. I have so much life to experience, and I intend to meet this challenge head on. Many grandmothers in times past would never have had the opportunity to delve into their health issues, let alone foresee a possible solution.
Life is good. The heavy fog of the MRI drugs are lifting and it’s time to hustle up some supper. Catch ya all later.