An Ol' Broad's Ramblings
After getting my hair whacked and my fur ripped early this afternoon, I had about an hour to piddle away before my doc’s appointment. Ducked into the grocery store, picked up a few things for my road trip, and still had 40 minutes to kill. So, I decided to stop at the discount shoe place a lady suggested yesterday while I was down in Corinth. I’d been in there a few times, but never found what I like in my size, or anything in my size that I liked. Figured…what the heck…what was I going to do, spend even more time waiting in a doctor’s office than was absolutely necessary? After yesterday’s ordeal, wasn’t gonna happen.
So, I popped in there, found some cute sandals, but nothing that totally grabbed me. Then, I noticed they had opened up a little clothes area. Being the nosy person I am, and still having time to kill, I wandered over to snoop. Found some camo britches, but they were too heavy, so I continued to look around. That’s when I saw it, and my enjoyment of wandering was killed.
So, I made it to my doc’s appointment, only to end up waiting about 45 minutes. Well, that wasn’t as bad as the wait I had yesterday down at the heart doc’s. I could have done some serious shopping during THAT wait. Finally, got in, did the prep stuff…BP perfect, temp normal, pulse a little high, but shoot, wouldn’t yours be?
After all the nonsense we’ve had to deal with the last couple of years, now my thyroid is ‘slowing down’? Seriously? What the heck does that mean! *shakes head* Well, it means unexplained weight gain, which of course, chaps my hide since I’ve been working really hard to actually LOSE. AND, what little metabolism I had, has decreased. Oh joy. She wants to do a blood test in a couple of months, to make sure it’s not cancer or a tumor. She doesn’t think so, but she was actually more concerned about my ability to pay for the tests since my insurance so seriously sucks, than actually doing the tests. Oh, fer petes sake. Like one more medical bill is gonna make a difference? Well, that’s ok, I don’t have enough time for that right now anyway. AND…to add insult to injury, evidently, I cracked my tailbone (again) when I flew backwards last week. Nothing they can do about that though. It’ll just have to heal….sllloooooowwwwlly…by itself. Just suppose to be cautious. I can do cautious. If laziness was considered a disability, I’d be living off YOUR tax money. Heh.