I'm Working My Way Back

September 26, 2019

Good morning.  Tis a lovely sunny Fall day here in New England, and I'm starting to feel like the old me again.  Thank you for your well wishes.  It's been quite a week here. 

I finally went into my laptop this morning.  It took me a half  hour to get rid of all the junk email.  It's amazing how much of it piles up when you don't check it every day.  It's a good thing I checked it today because there was a coupon there that I needed and it expires tonight.

I'm not sure what made me so sick, but I have a theory, and if I'm right, I'll talk more about it later.  I did call my doctor a few days ago to see if maybe there was a killer flu going around.  I haven't got my new shot yet and I was worried about it. 

I told the nurse on the phone what was happening to me, how I couldn't stand up and walk even a few feet without being so dizzy that I had to sit right back down.  I told her about the hot and cold sweats all day and night long and asked what might be causing it.  She said "Oh no, there's nothing going around that I know of.  I can't imagine what this might be.  Would you like to come in?"  I asked her  "do you really think I should try to drag my self out to my car and attempt to drive it when I can't even make it across the floor to the kitchen?"    I said thank you, hung up the phone and crawled backed under my blanket.

Is it any wonder that I don't have much admiration for today's doctors?  The old ones, the smart ones, are all my age and pretty much gone now.  Their replacements are only book smart (to a point) and have no person to person manners.  We used to call this bedside manners, but they don't see you sick in bed anymore so I'm not sure what you call it now. 

I watched an ad on TV a while ago, and I had to laugh.  The lady in the ad was saying to talk to your doctor, tell him all your worries. Discuss all things about your health with your doctor, ask him questions.

At no point, did this nice lady explain that each different subject is considered (by the doctor) as a consultation and billed to the insurance as such.  There's even a sign hanging up in the exam rooms now (at least at my doctor's office) that explains how there is no charge for the physical, but any discussion about something else is considered a consult and we have to charge you a copay.

Pogo had a doctor appointment yesterday morning but I had to call and reschedule it.  I still was not very good on my feet.  My little guy has been so good through all of this.  He doesn't understand why we couldn't go out on the porch or in the yard, but he does not complain.  I put his new bed on the end of the sofa and he would keep an eye on me while we napped.

One day, a while ago, I came across a photo on FaceBook that could have almost come out of my scrapbook and I downloaded it.  Then I went into my old photo archives to find my photo.  What do you think?   This is the Facebook picture.

And this is my photo.  I think this was taken in 1954 or 1955 and he was my first true love.

While I was looking for my photo, I came across a favorite old one of mine.  These were our first grandchildren, and Papa and I had taken them to the Fair for the afternoon.  They are, left to right, second born, JC,   third born, Trio,  and first born, Bobby.  We had this photo taken at the Fair.  Aren't  they just the cutest little guys?  Today they are all in their mid to late thirties.  Where has all the time gone?

Okay, enough of my babble.  I have so much blog reading to catch up on, it will probably take me a day or two to do it.  I haven't had a cup of coffee in a long time, so I'm going to make me a cup now and try to catch up on some of that reading.  So, till tomorrow, Y'all have a fantabulous day.

Hugs, Edna B.