A Still Quiet Day
It may be a still and quiet day but the day smells hot outside.
I didn’t have a choice in regard to the clinic appointment. I needed to give a urine sample as one of my meds is an opioid. I had no problem doing it as it is the way of the world. I sat patiently and waited my turn while several others in that part of the waiting area were pacing and twitching. Hmm. I will need to do the test once a year while those dudes are on a monthly rotation.
I went on to see my primary doctor. She said my heart and lungs sounded like someone who was fifty. Sweet. My primary suggested to take one Tramadol with breakfast and then tw0 mid-afternoon. That would be an increase of one pill per day. No back surgery for Grammie. With my body riddled with arthritis, the outcome might leave results that are worse than what my day-to-day situation is now. She called me a high-functioning person with various issues that I am managing well. I took the complement as it was intended. I did ask her where the women were within the community that have had strokes and still live in their own home. She couldn’t come up with one name. Quite a few men came to her thoughts, but no women. Hmm.
Dennis is doing supper this evening. I will take whatever is put in front of me. I am indeed brave.
We could be in for a storm or two later on. With heat to fuel it, I will keep an eye out.
This morning I got the wireless HP printer in the studio to connect with my HP laptop in my bedroom. Well done. There is still a camera to get installed and I have not thrown in the towel.
With that I take my leave. ♥