THE TEENY TINY DOCTOR

As it turned out, I found a teeny tiny doctor who's voice is so soft it made me want to whisper.  There I sat, an oaf with a loud voice.  Strange how such a bit of a thing can be intimidating just by being so small and quiet.

Randy went with me for moral support.  I get extremely anxious with doctors and people I don't know, so this was sort of a double whammy.  I do not have trouble meeting strangers and yakking at them in a line or about town.  But when I am going to be introduced to someone, I start getting heebie jeebies.

One of those paradoxes that form me.

However, she turned out to be a sweet person.  We waded through all the paper work involved with being a first time new patient.  My hands were shaking so badly that I may as well have filled it out in crayon.  I was happy when the visit ended and I could leave, but am feeling pretty good about this set up.

There are always things they want you to do.  I left with a new glucose meter, 7 prescriptions, and order for a full blood work up and another for a mammogram.  Grumble on that last one... nothing like putting your boobs in a vise and screwing it down as tight as it will go!  I am not a whip me thrill me kind of gal.  But out of respect for the illness that killed my mother, I do the damn things once a year.

Has anyone ever done a study to see if mammograms... the smoosh and snap kind... damage you enough to start cancer growing?

Worse yet, its at 7:20 AM on Monday morning and I get to fast the night before so that I can do blood screening right after my smashing photo session.  UGH.  On the bright side, she told me that I don't have to do another colonoscopy for nine years.  Now THAT won her points!

Being diabetic, she did that stuff too... they listen to your veins and arteries, then poke your feet to make sure that there is no nerve damage.  My feet are still ticklish, thank you very much!  That is good news.  I have to keep a record of my blood pressures and my blood sugars for a month to bring in with me when I go back for the results.  

All done now.  I took my pile of prescriptions to WalMart where the lady accepted them happily enough.  Oh and one other cool thing... the doc gave me a card that pays most of my co-pay on my diabetic supplies.  Very cool beans!  If I didn't have insurance to cover it, I would have to turn diabetes down for lack of funds.  

There you have it... and anti-climatic end to my doctor story.  Can't come up with much more mundane stuff... and the man is up from his nap now, so I'm off to the weekend of puppies and guns.  I hope you all have a safe and happy weekend.  Big grins to all.

SANCTUARIES

There have been only a few people in my life that I have felt that I could count on 100%. I enjoy people and like most people I meet. But you know the kind of people that I am talking about... I've even had "close" friends who do not fit into this category. X never even made it into my exclusive group. (Yeah, okay... should have been a clue but live and learn.)

You know... the ones you know are always there. All you have to do is pick up the phone and in some cases... they actually feel when you have a problem and magically show up. They always know the right thing to say, no matter how terrible the trouble you've managed to get yourself into... and the advice is honest without guile or pretense. They are there, stones against the fire, keeping the flames at bay, willing to get burned in the process if required. Rare treasures. They keep your secrets, they keep you sane and they keep you safe. They do not judge. They accept without question. They tell you the truth even when it is difficult. They share your joys, feel your pain, grieve with you. They hear what you mean, no matter how badly you say it. They forgive your stupidities. God Lord... they actually enjoy you... even when you are a smart ass or drunk as a skunk.



I have been fortunate enough to have two. You know about mine because I post about them. Maybe too much, but you know, they are important in my life. They provide unconditional affection, trust and support. Things I require. I cannot imagine a world without them. I know that someday they will be gone. I hope I go first and don't have to face that.


I don't include my family in this group. Though I get the same sort of thing there. If nothing else, I have reared loyal children. Loyal to me and to each other. Loyal to their dad. I am proud of that. Boy have they put up with a lot of crap too. Not that I believe they are perfect. We all fall down. I fall down plenty... just ask Bear.



Who is like that for you? Share what you want or not. I understand that some relationships defy description or are private. I still can't find enough words in my head to explain one of mine.



Well, my voice is sort of back. I won't have to take the whiteboard with me on my date. But my voice still has the appeal of fingernails on a chalk board. Charming! Depending on how it goes and if I get permission, I will share photos. Respecting privacy is a big deal to me.



So is freedom of speech and censorship. Unfortunately, you will now see one of those comment monitors below. I hate to do that! I value people's right to their opinion. Here is the tricky part. Some people's opinions upset others... who have the right not to be offended. So with some upset... an amendment to Oodles of Funch that I never expected to see here... if I feel that a comment will insult one of my bloggers, myself, my family or my rare friends mentioned above... I will decline it. Done and done.


Have a wonderful Saturday. I am hoping to... yikes. First meetings are so nerve wracking. Monday I start doing my Tax-mas dance. That's where I get my W-2 before anyone else and get them done so that we can get on with the festivities... such as the celebration of repaired vehicles... by a freaking real mechanic this time.


The pond is silent now, but hey... just got a missive a bit ago despite the late hour. Cool beans.


Okay... I'm having trouble getting my comment natzi to show up.  Can anyone tell me how to do that.  Sheesh!