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Jan. 19th, 2016
MLK day hangover?
Jan. 19th, 2016 09:21 amI left the gym at 8:31 which, by all rights, should have been at the height of rush hour and the bridge should have been backed up to stop. I would have expected it to take me 20-25 minutes to get home. It took 11. WTF?
I have a doctor's appointment - Dr. Lung, just a checkup - at 10. It makes no sense to leave here much before 9:30. It's 9:20.
On the top of the doll pieces cut out and ready for assembly was a fat, orange pipe cleaner. The pile is in the sewing room. And, yet, Zoey just appeared in the living room with a fat, orange pipe cleaner. hmmmmm At least it will be easy to find when she's done with it.
I'm trying something new. For all of my life, I've set the alarm before I went to bed. In the past few decades, it's been set for 5:30 or 6 on weekdays and 6 on weekends. I might not get up, but the radio (NPR news) goes off at that time.
Last week, when my brother was here, I turned off the alarm. This week, I did not turn it back on. I'm going to wake up when I wake up and leave the radio off. At least for a while and see what happens. When I wake up, I'll do a little interneting and then go to the pool. At whatever time it is. The only caveat is Tuesdays and Thursdays. I have to be out of the house, on the way to the pool no later than 7:15 in order to get my swim in before the aqua exercise class at 9.
This morning, I left for the pool at 7:55.
It's not as easy as one might think, arranging one's life with no boundaries.
I think I'll stop at Uwajimaya after the doctor's and try to hunt down that elusive mustard green.
And then there will be sewing. Thas may or may not involve a fat, orange pipe cleaner.
I have a doctor's appointment - Dr. Lung, just a checkup - at 10. It makes no sense to leave here much before 9:30. It's 9:20.
On the top of the doll pieces cut out and ready for assembly was a fat, orange pipe cleaner. The pile is in the sewing room. And, yet, Zoey just appeared in the living room with a fat, orange pipe cleaner. hmmmmm At least it will be easy to find when she's done with it.
I'm trying something new. For all of my life, I've set the alarm before I went to bed. In the past few decades, it's been set for 5:30 or 6 on weekdays and 6 on weekends. I might not get up, but the radio (NPR news) goes off at that time.
Last week, when my brother was here, I turned off the alarm. This week, I did not turn it back on. I'm going to wake up when I wake up and leave the radio off. At least for a while and see what happens. When I wake up, I'll do a little interneting and then go to the pool. At whatever time it is. The only caveat is Tuesdays and Thursdays. I have to be out of the house, on the way to the pool no later than 7:15 in order to get my swim in before the aqua exercise class at 9.
This morning, I left for the pool at 7:55.
It's not as easy as one might think, arranging one's life with no boundaries.
I think I'll stop at Uwajimaya after the doctor's and try to hunt down that elusive mustard green.
And then there will be sewing. Thas may or may not involve a fat, orange pipe cleaner.
My doctor visit was very excellent. No waiting. Very pleasant everybody concerned - reception, nurse, doctor, observing doctor, several people in the pharmacy. It was just lovely.
The doctor was most impressed with my breathing and general state. He even said that he thinks maybe my COPD might just be asthma. This makes zero difference to me except asthma sounds less like a condition old people get because they smoked.
I have one inhaler that contains steroids. Last time he downgraded it to a lesser dose version and that really cleared up a lot of my senile purpura (really ugly old people bruising on hands and arms). He noticed the bruising and made the suggestion. It really did help. Today he noticed that my voice is hoarse which it has been for about five years. This time he dropped me back to an even smaller dose which really suits me fine. Fewer drugs the better is my vote.
He also gave me a new rescue inhaler which I honestly don't think I needed but Ok.
The doctor was $50. The rescue inhaler was $45. The steroid inhaler (3 months) was $115. Parking was $7. Whew. At least I have insurance and I have the cash. My best read of my benefits was that today I paid half of my yearly deductible. Regardless, I have, in house, drugs for the next 4 months.
BUT, the big win, was... he does not want to see me again for a year!!! Promoted! From twice a year to a year. V for victory.
I'm delighted that I don't need to see him again til 2017 but I'm even more delighted that I have him on the string. When I really do need lung help, I have the best all at the ready.
Oh! and I found mustard greens! At Uwajimaya. Yahoooo!
The doctor was most impressed with my breathing and general state. He even said that he thinks maybe my COPD might just be asthma. This makes zero difference to me except asthma sounds less like a condition old people get because they smoked.
I have one inhaler that contains steroids. Last time he downgraded it to a lesser dose version and that really cleared up a lot of my senile purpura (really ugly old people bruising on hands and arms). He noticed the bruising and made the suggestion. It really did help. Today he noticed that my voice is hoarse which it has been for about five years. This time he dropped me back to an even smaller dose which really suits me fine. Fewer drugs the better is my vote.
He also gave me a new rescue inhaler which I honestly don't think I needed but Ok.
The doctor was $50. The rescue inhaler was $45. The steroid inhaler (3 months) was $115. Parking was $7. Whew. At least I have insurance and I have the cash. My best read of my benefits was that today I paid half of my yearly deductible. Regardless, I have, in house, drugs for the next 4 months.
BUT, the big win, was... he does not want to see me again for a year!!! Promoted! From twice a year to a year. V for victory.
I'm delighted that I don't need to see him again til 2017 but I'm even more delighted that I have him on the string. When I really do need lung help, I have the best all at the ready.
Oh! and I found mustard greens! At Uwajimaya. Yahoooo!
