ForestMulch of Shadow

I had my yearly visit with Doc Stacie this morning. I had an amusing chat with the new nurse, who seems to be a fan of sarcasm, like me. We found out we had both studied hapkido. He's a good deal younger than I am, but we had shared experiences to snark about. Doc didn't give me a hard time about quitting my amlodipine, but she is worried about my blood pressure, so she increased my losartan. I'm amenable to this because it hasn't hurt me so far. I hope the new amount will remain harmless. I'm not glad, because that would be mean, but I am interested that now that she's hitting menopause, she has thickened up a bit, shall we say. And I betcha she's trying all the routines she has suggested to me over the years. Yet she's not losing weight. Hmm. I, on the other hand, am still fat, but have lost about eight pounds since last year. This is mostly because of the miseries I have suffered, I think. Moreover, it's not quite statistically significant. But hey, she's pleased with me, so I'll take it. The good news on my horrid virus: my lungs are still "clear," she says. I don't have pneumonia. The bad news: it's the worst year for upper respiratory viruses, and some people are taking MONTHS to fully clear this one. She herself has been coughing since AUGUST. So I guess I'm actually above average in my battle. My heart is steady and my carotid artery is also clear. Yay me.

I stopped by the pharmacy to ask that they re-send our immunization information, because it hasn't connected to the doctor's records. A bright lad we'll call Trevor worked some magic in the back room, and after a wait of some minutes, handed me two printouts, one for me and one for the Sparrowhawk. He said the entire state reporting system is messed up, so just give them the hard copy and they can scan it. These little glimpses behind the curtain are never very encouraging! While I was there, I went to the deli next door and got us some sushi for lunch, and a chicken pot pie on sale for tomorrow.

I took another walk when I got home, and this time, the Sparrowhawk accompanied me. We had a lovely interval sitting in the sun on the bridge. Went home, did a little work, took a nap. I had scrambled eggs for dinner, and we watched Twisters 2, whose price on our cable has finally gone down to a reasonable amount. It was pretty bad, but not in a good way, whereas the original was bad but great. Imho. There were some cool visuals, but it was frustrating that, having lived all my life in tornado country, I know that tornados simply don't form that way. So annoying. The human relationships were deeply stupid, but one expects that. They tried to make it sort of like a Hallmark movie, but with tornados. Oh honey NO . . . .

I called the Sparrowhawk's niece and told her that unfortunately I will not be able to come to the baby shower tomorrow. I'm sad about that. I've been very happy to be treated like family after a long time when we weren't, because the Sparrowhawk's stepmother didn't like us. The Sparrowhawk's brothers and their families are all incredibly nice people, and I would have liked to visit them. However . . . it's a two-hour plus drive, so we'd have to leave before 9 am, and then party time, and then another two hours. I'm not quite ready for that. The deed being done, I feel incredibly grateful that I can just have one more peaceful day and not go anywhere or see anyone. I'm pretty tired right now.