interesting day.

 I've certainly had that, an interesting day, today.

Got up and took a shower because I had an appointment to get an echo done on my heart. Mostly a routine thing; it's been two years and time to take an additional look and see if there's been any improvement or degradation. Inspired by the fact that if I sit down from standing it becomes harder to breathe for a few minutes. (Usually sitting down in is the best help for that problem.

I had my dr visit in early April. (It was due in February. Instead, thats when I called to make the appointment.) It was originally scheduled for Monday the 25th. 

I caught a cold (or something) and had to postpone for a week.

Which brings me to today. I went to the hospital for outpatient testing. My first fun event of the day. I knew where I needed to go and all that, but the lady on the telephone had given me instructions to go to the marked outpatient parking lot and enter from there. She also told me to park only in the marked outpatient parking spaces.

I knew from my dr visit a couple weeks ago (drs office is in same facility; different division.) that they were working in the parking lots, so okay. Never heard of that before, never saw any signs like that, but with all the construction going on, I'd better have a look around.

Drove as entirely around the structure as I could (construction blockages),twice. Never found nonexistent outpatient parking lot or spots. Lady must have mixed up her hospitals.

I did the test. In and out. Worst problem was walking the ninety miles of hallways from there to there to there.

For a nice change of pace, slow and steady got me through it without too much huffing, puffing, or holding onto the wall. Slow and steady does work, at least until I try to go a little faster. 

Come home, take off my shoes, set about the business of the day. Returning all the phone calls I had ignored the last two weeks while I was sick. Did some home stuff, read a little, took a nap.

More phone ringing. At first I thought it was on the tv, but it still rang after going to commercial, so I looked at the phone and it was an unknown Sardinia phone number. 

I thought it was one of the kids's schools calling, or something, although they don't have my new phone number if they ever even had my old one. 

It was my DOCTOR! NOT the office, but the actual doctor. 

He asked if I was using my C-Pap. How often I was using it. How long I was using it. (That one stumped me.) Was I sure I was using it? (I would say I had been overusing it, with that nasty cold and all. But I didn't say that out loud.)

Then he said that the echo today showed that my lungs are putting a lot of pressure on my heart. So hes going to order a lung scan to see if there are blood clots or anything else.

I am fine with that. 

After all, I've only been trying to find out why my heart and lungs are fighting each other whenever I exert for a dozen or so years now. 

So, maybe I'm going to get some answers. Maybe its a relic from the cold, but if so, I would guess that that was a fortunately timed illness.

And the doctor's office later called to give me the number to call to schedule the scan. 

Definitely an interesting day, with weird little twists and turns to keep me alert, even when I was asleep.

One of Those Days 11/16/17

Let me tell you about my day.Which is not over yet.

Bought some (used) pants the other day. Wore a pair yesterday. Picked them up to put them on this morning before my shower and ripped one leg off the back.

Went out to go to Dr. Checked car, put brake fluid in, everything else good -- except for the left rear tire. Flat. (Really, are my tires going flat in order of rotation? How weird is that?)

Had to borrow Tammy's car for the trip.

Went to the Dr. my appointment was at 1:45, not the 2:45 I showed up for. No more openings today. (that's what happens when a blind woman writes on the calendar. 1s become 2s) I don't know what excuse to offer for not noticing the reminder texts that each say 1:45. I suppose I must not have looked at them, once I realized they were reminder texts.

Stopped at Dollar General to get glue and stickers, because my lil guy has to decorate a turkey. And Grandma usually has those things, but sometimes you run out. Walked out of the store leaving my bag behind, after carefully putting the cart away.

School buses all the way home. Well, half the way. I finally got smart enough to get on 32. Lots of traffic there though. I hate traffic.

The big event of the evening was decorating the turkey. The decorations were supposed to be like clothing or a costume, but it didnt quite turn out thaat way. 

First of all, since it's a family project, we got Hailey involved. Hailey, for those who don't know, is quite a little artist in the making. She draws and has an eye for color. at age 5 or 6, she taught herself to draw My Little Ponys by/from watching how-to YouTube videos.

It was hard to keep her from taking over the project. She did take over doing the gluing , which was a very good thing. I let Warren have a couple other papers and he pretty much spread/spilled/poured glue all over the paper. And then pouted when I put the glue away.

If it were up to Warren, the turkey would have been Argus-eyed. That boy's a little goofy about eyeballs, and I had bought some googly eyes for him to use. Because he's a little goofy about eyes, of course.

sorry, cant rotate it

Hailey placed the eyes appropriately, and glued on pom poms and stars all around Mr. Turkey. She did remember, every now and then, to ask Warren what color he wanted, or where something should go, but she did most of the work, while Warren was happily gluing eyeballs to the other page. 

After Hailey went home, Warren took an eyeball he won at a Halloween party -- not a glue-on or stick-on-- a big round eyeball -- and stuck it smack-dab in the middle of the turkey. That thing took a pile of glue, and it's probably not going to stick although it was staying on while he was running back and forth from the bus stop this morning.

Made sloppy joes and fries for supper for the three of us.

Plenty of moving around, what with doctors visits and flat tires and shopping. No time for snacking and such, as I was busily busy with other things. So, a good day on the diet and exercise front. That was probably the best thing about it.

The turkey was the funnest part.