Mushroom of Leave

[ismo]

I am really majorly disgruntled by a bad night followed by a 9 am doctor's appointment. I was only going in to make sure my home blood pressure monitor was properly calibrated to theirs, but the reading was not good and shenanigans ensued. The PA, who we shall refer to as Dontay because that is not his name, is a very sarcastic individual whose snarky nature is appreciated by me. The whole clinic smelled of BACON! "This is a hell of a thing," I thought but did not say, "for your patients with cardiovascular issues." Dontay said they were making bacon and French toast, as if that was a normal activity for a medical clinic. You learn something new every day. Anyway, he said he couldn't let me go without seeing the doctor. Again I bit my tongue and did not point out that actually he couldn't stop me from leaving any time I wanted. I know his intentions were good. The doc cut my current BP meds, which are currently ruining my quality of life, back to half, but has prescribed for me yet another medication that I don't want either. I'll give it a try, but I'm not sanguine. She also ordered me a chest x-ray for my persistent cough, which, again, I am pretty sure is the medication but oh well. I suppose we'll get it sorted out eventually.

From there I went on to visit Dragonfly. We had lots to talk about, as circumstances have created an opportunity to retire that she doesn't want to refuse. Scary but exciting times for her. We talked and then meditated on her back porch, which has such a lovely view of the sky through a lattice of huge criss-crossing branches. In honor of the beautiful weather, we walked over to a local brewery where she had butter chicken and I had some very tasty chili. I only ate half of it, because I knew I could only tolerate a limited amount of spicy bean concoction. What I really wanted was to go back to the doctor's office and get me some of that good medical bacon.

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[oracne]

Mmmm, bacon.