A Good Day Done
It ended up being a good day though it felt like a snatch and grab. I went out to the medical clinic to pick up a prescription renewal for Dennis. Once the nurse had me in a cubical there was no way I was going home anytime soon. The nurse had my medical charts up in a heart beat. I was to have been in the clinic in May of this year and here it was December. Yes, I was due to see my physician and as luck would have it, I could wait a few minutes and he would be right in.
Dr. Eatwell came in and welcomed me like an old lost family member. When Dr. Eatwell learned I had not had breakfast as yet, the order went in for a full blood work up. Another phone call and he knew that I could also get in for my yearly mammogram. Yup, a snatch and grab. Apparently with Christmas so close, there were people who were putting off their checkups. Hmm. Who would ever do that!
Dennis thought I had gotten lost. I had left for the clinic at 9:30 and when twelve noon came along, he was getting ready to dig out his cell phone. I did get home at 12:45 with everything having been checked and with his prescription renewal in hand. It was a good way to end the year.
This afternoon I began working on the last of the work on the afghan. It’s never an afghan without
a fringe. It is a tedious job but perfect when it’s a quiet day and nothing else is pressing. I had barely gotten a good start when there was a popup on my laptop that Dennis caught as he was playing Candy Crush.
All of the lab report was on my site to log in. The computer portal is really handy. I was a bit nervous as numbers in lab reports do not lie. It was a very good report. Pretty good? It was fantastic! Every one of the indications that the five vials of blood that were drawn were in the mid-range or even a bit better. Whew! The snatch and grab turned out to have been a blessing. Wondering is never as reassuring as fact.
I am looking forward to a good 2019. After Christmas I will be getting back to the sewing studio. Taking care of this lost afghan project has been proven to be a good break. My stash of finished items to share and give is kaput. Dennis is happy about that. As I have mentioned before, he doesn’t mind how much I sew or stitch as long as I don’t pile it up. Well sweetie . . . the only piles down in the sewing studio are the stick pins that are piled on the magnetic wand.
One sad note for today. Half of our Christmas tree lights are out . . . done . . . dark. That means a new string will need to be interwound among the good ones. Hey . . . we are not throwing out the tree.