Pretty in pink I guess.
It was re-check time today. The good news is - first of all - I am getting to know my nurse and PA and I like them both very much. There's something nice about feeling comfortable enough to joke around or be serious ~ and to be absolutely completely honest with each other. Now that was a freeing feeling for me - someone who has always been somewhat intimidated by the medical profession. It probably helps being my - ahem... age - but also having an awesome niece who herself is an ER doctor. Knowing her since she was 16 it is so heartwarming to have followed her path and her successes. She overcame incredible obstacles to get to where she is today and I am so proud of her. Y
But I digress.
So some of the issues are showing improvement; some are deemed nothing to worry about. But one pesky little issue needs some further investigation. So in a couple of weeks I have a date with a 45 minute needle in my neck! Oh joy. What fun! And again - could be something; could be nothing.
But I refuse to worry.
Or stop being goofy.
Or lose my sense of humour.
Or stop walking.
Or stop working.
Or stop renewing my love affair with The West Wing. The most brilliantly written, excellently cast, beautifully acted television show ever.
Or celebrating life.
When my PA read my very detailed blood pressure measuring
spreadsheet (which she said was - very, very good -
great information and I said, I'm a little OCD),
she said, "I see that your BP goes down
when you have a glass of wine
and spend time with your husband.
Talk to your husband more and drink more wine!"
I looked at her and wanted to kiss her.
Then she said, "Oh no, no... not so much the wine."
So I drank champagne.
I was reminded on my way home from the clinic that I tend to have musical mantras that define certain times in my life. I've had my Jackson Browne time. And my Billy Joel days and more...
I was and always will be a Parrothead. I know just about every lyric to every Jimmy Buffett song EVER. Years ago when he played at Red Rocks Amphitheatre he dedicated this song to me. I don't remember why. But it is a sweet memory.
Sometimes life takes you on paths you don't see coming ~ could never predict. In 1991 Michael Bolton got me thru my divorce.
So when I was driving home today - assimilating all that I had learned in the last 30 minutes - Lenny popped up in my iPod. And I thought - ok then. That is the mantra for now. Dammit. Stand up to whatever comes your way, baby.
Sweet dreams, peeps.