Last day of March and we woke up to snow. Booo. This is not the spring I’m looking for.

Despite the weather, I’m thankful for kind words from a colleague, a fabulous lamb burger for dinner, and sleepy snuggles on the sofa.
Last day of March and we woke up to snow. Booo. This is not the spring I’m looking for.

Despite the weather, I’m thankful for kind words from a colleague, a fabulous lamb burger for dinner, and sleepy snuggles on the sofa.
It was another day of appointments. This time I saw my plastic surgeon in the morning. It will be the last visit before my surgery, and he did another fill to the point of pain. Thankfully it’s the last fill because I’m pretty sure my ribs would break under anymore pressure.
Speaking of breaks, my afternoon appointment was for my broken pinky. Apparently I should have put a splint on it weeks ago. Since I didn’t, it now doesn’t straighten out. Or bend completely. The doctor says I should work on forcing it, and showed me by pushing on my knuckle. Ouch. It’s going to take a while, and my knuckle will probably remain bigger than the one on my other pinky.
Even though my visits both ended in pain, I know I’m on the path to healing. That’s something to be thankful for.
So, I have a story. I’ve been trying to get my postponed other doctor visits out of the way. Yearly physical. Check. Teeth cleaning, check. Eye doctor. Check. Last Friday I went to the gynecologist. The dreaded doctor for anyone born a female. Gynecological checks are, arguably, even more personal and invasive than prostate exams. They involve archaic devices and a doctors head *this* close to the privates, complete with lights and magnifying glasses. The most we can hope for is an exam that is brief and painless.
That was not my visit. My last doctor moved out of state several years ago. The doctor I saw was a temporary replacement. He was pleasant. Looked seasoned. But because I had had abnormal exam results in the past, I was scheduled for a colposcopy. I can’t be certain he had done one previously. About 15 minutes in, he sighed heavily. The nurse and I exchanged worried glances. I mentioned that it didn’t sound good, and he mumbled something under his breath before deciding he needed other equipment and left the room. The nurse said she thought maybe he couldn’t see well through the glasses. We made small talk. Finally he came back and took up his position again and proceeded with the exam, which then consisted of swabs and scrapes. When he left the room a second time for additional supplies, I asked the nurse to verify that he was, indeed, a gynecologist. She assured me he was.
Overall, the exam lasted at least 30 minutes if not 45 and ended with four biopsies, although the doctor assured me it was more out of an abundance of caution than real concern. When I finally sat up, I became so lightheaded I almost passed out and had a hot flash, so I had to wait a little bit to collect myself before I could leave. When the nurse came back in to check on me, neither of us knew what to say. I finally stuttered out, well that was something, and she offered me ibuprofen before disappearing.
Crazy. But here’s my thankful part. I saw the results in my health chart today, and the results were benign. For all the weirdness with that doctor, he was right. Nothing to worry about. He also told me that if the results were fine, then I shouldn’t worry about it again for at least a few years. Maybe six. And that’s what I’m going to do.

Nice quote, but unfortunately that didn’t happen. I did start my Monday with a lot of coffee, though, which also brings me happiness. And I stopped by the gym again after work, so apparently I’m on a health kick now. Maybe awesomeness is in my future. At any rate, I thankful for a decent start to another week.
Today I’m thankful that although it was cold, the sun was bright. I’m also thankful for coffee and magazines, folded laundry, and popcorn for dinner.
Well, it finally happened. After a morning of searching for new pants in vain, it was time for a gym intervention. I dragged Patrick along. Don’t be surprised if we look thinner next time you see us because we spent an entire 45 minutes there.
Good grief I’m out of shape, but it actually felt good to do more exercising than I’ve been doing at home. And I need the weight machines. I’m just hoping my hip doesn’t bother me again, but I was careful. And I stretched out a lot. I’m grateful for a gym close by, and I’m thankful for the start back to fitness.

What a long day. I left at 6:45 am and got home at 8:30 pm. It was an all work day. But I did interview someone who seems like a good prospect for a new hire. And I did a training session on conflict resolution with a colleague tonight for a local chamber of commerce. It went well. In fact, we have several more sessions scheduled periodically through the rest of the year. I’m tired but thankful for a productive day.
I met a friend for dinner tonight. It was a long time since we got together socially, so it was so much fun. We both had a rough year last year and so we celebrated things turning around over tacos and margaritas. I’m thankful for our friendship.

I’ve been trying to exercise more and spent several days in a row on the stationary bike. Then I spent almost two days unable to walk because I got a kink in my hip and the pain was unbearable for things like standing or walking. Or sitting. And especially sleeping, which I did little of last night.
This morning I used Biofreeze on my lower back and then drove to work with my seat heater on high. It felt good. It also helped. By lunchtime I was able to walk without limping. I’m still being careful with it because it’s touchy, but I’m so thankful it’s feeling better. And I’d better be at least one pound lighter for all this trouble.