What a day. . . .First thing this AM I had to go to the local Medical Center to have blood drawn. This is not on my list of top 1347 favorite things to do. But I do it anyway, cause I have to. So I walk up to the desk to check in. I tell the nice lady that I'm here for my semi-annual blood letting. She just starts laughin and laughin, even though I tried to say it with enthusiasm not as my last words at the gallows. It wasn't pre-planned, it just popped into my mind and out the mouth. It was pretty funny though when I though about it.
Next stop was the lab. I told that nice lady that I'm one of these guys that if lay down, it is a lot easier on the both of us. She thanked me for saying that. I honestly did not feel the needle go in at all this time. That was a first. I did feel it laying on my arm while she changed tubes or what ever they are called. I was more nervous about the results than I was about the needle thing. I'm mildly diabetic. Even though my finger prick tests have been within the limits they gave me except when I over-eat, I'm always wonderin if I'm workin out enough or if I've eaten too much too often. I have lost 6-7 lbs this summer and would like to lose 4 or 5 more. The blood test will tell me where I'm at with this. I go back for the results tomorrow AM.
I left the Medical Center shortly after 8 AM. At 9:30, my cat, Patches T. Cat, had an appt. with her Dr. She started takin meds for older cat issues and is doing much, much better, but we are still checkin frequently to make sure she is getting the proper amounts of medicines. Since I had an hour to kill and I hadn't fed her cause I couldn't remember if they wanted blood for a diabetes check or for something else, I didn't really want to go home right away (now there's a ramblin run-on sentence). I was pretty sure that hour was gonna be spent with me sittin in a chair with a hungry cat's nose about 2 inches from mine giving me the 'look.'
I decided to have breakfast at Lester's, the local diner. Haven't been there very often since I've been diagnosed diabetic. While I was there I notice that several tables were set up for a group. When all these little blue-haired ladies started comin in, it was obvious to me that is was a breakfast meeting for the Central Planning Committee of the Local Blue Haired Ladies of Williams County. Probably goin to make new and sneakier plans to irritate me whenever they can and because they can. Can't figger out why they always pick on me, I don't do nothin to them, cept get irritated. When I left, 9 of the chairs were filled with those little blue haired ladies, just laughin it up to no end, probably tryin to put a scare into me or something. From the looks of things, all but one had a fresh blue rinse. By the time I left, that end of the restaurant when smellin pretty strong of the little blue haired ladies perfume. I am not exaggerating or makin anything up about that. It was strong !! Put my clothes in the washer as soon as I got home. Can't take the cat to the vet smellin like that . . . Left the truck set in the drive with the windows down all afternoon hopin it would air out good. And in case you were wonderin, there a lot of those big white cars that little blue-haired ladies drive in the parkin lot . . .
Got Patches to the vet ok. She doesn't like goin there, but does cause I say she has to. I sat the carrier on the floor and sat down. The office cat came over, checked me out and when I passed inspection, she looked in the carrier at Patches, meowed a hello and went about her business of bein the office cat.
They say Patches is pretty laid back and calm for a Calico, but she wasn't today. She didn't want to be held by strangers or stuck with a needle either. The other times she just sat calmly and suffered through her exam and was glad to get back home. Got the results from her tests already and there were slight improvements in everything. Hoping I do as well tomorrow.
We both spent the rest of the day recuperating from our traumatic morning experiences. We'll be ok by mornin . . .
No comments:
Post a Comment