You are here to enrich the world, and you impoverish yourself if you forget the errand.”

The story connected with today is a long one. It’s a bit boring but not because of length. It just is. I’ll start at the beginning as I figure that’s where everything starts. I had my annual physical today. My doctor is okay, not spectacular but okay. He had on a nice shirt for which I complimented him. His wife bought it. That was the pleasantry. He then went through the blood tests with me and decided I was relatively healthy for my age. He actually said that last part. He also said something about people of my generation. I ignored that. He said I needed to exercise more to lose weight. I explained as I do every time I see him that my back prevents that. I walk then stop then walk then stop. By then the distance I’ve walked can be easily measure in yards. I told him I take a handful of Aleve when my back is bad. Not a good thing he said. It will affect my kidneys. We then talked about my kidneys. It was an enthralling saga. He asked if I would be averse to a narcotic for pain. Silly question. He also decided I’ll have another MRI and go back to see the surgeon who did my last operation. He said to come back in two weeks. That was it I was done.

The library was next. Leave three books, get three more. I chatted a bit with the librarian then went back out into the pouring rain. I haven’t mentioned the rain before. It was pouring, a deluge, raining cats and dogs, torrential and relentless. I went in and out all day and never really dried.

My next stop was the pharmacy. I waited for prescriptions to be filled. The lady beside was wearing blue Converse sneakers with white laces. I told her I really liked her sneakers. We had a conversation about how we all wore them as kids. She has another in grey. I told her I had pink and purple high tops. She loved it. I got my prescriptions and went back into the rain, the torrential rain. My next stop was to have blood drawn. I just had that done Thursday but had to have it done again after a change in dosage. By then it was after two. I was hungry. I decided on Chinese food.

I went and bought my lunch to eat at home. It was tasty. After eating I decided I needed a nap. I slept until 5:15 so here I am.

Tomorrow I’ll tell you about Easter. I was quite a hit.

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14 Comments on “You are here to enrich the world, and you impoverish yourself if you forget the errand.””

  1. Birgit Says:

    A well deserved nap, enjoy the evening!
    Easter Monday is a public holiday here and absolutely nothing happened.
    Our local newspaper posted photos of the Easter Fire I attended and mentioned on Saturday. This photo is quite nice (and available I hope):
    http://www.derwesten.de/staedte/wattenscheid/pfeile-entzuenden-osterfeuer-img21-zoom-id11686085.html
    The location is an old restored farmhouse which is a village-museum now.
    (Traveling via internet counts as exercise, right?)

    • katry Says:

      Thanks, Birgit
      Fern and Gracie joined me.

      Is it one of the smaller pictures? No large pictures materialized out of the internet.

      Yes, traveling via internet counts!

  2. Birgit Says:

    Should be a large picture, maybe the jpg-link works if not geoblocked?
    http://www.derwesten.de/img/incoming/origs11686056/2179746079-w992-h740-bF3F3F3-st/picturegallery-536710-1975290.jpg

  3. Richard Says:

    Don’tcha just love dealing with the Medical Types … ? Oh, true enough, they’re definitely needed, and they’ve kept me going (whilst maintaining my ever-so-important ‘cuteness’) all these years. I like my cardiologist because she’s just straightforward and doesn’t worry about ‘enhancing’ the tale to make it pretty. I don’t need ‘pretty,’ I need facts and (hopefully not) surgery. The gastro doc’s pretty much in the same league – like Sgt. Joe Friday, it’s ‘Just the facts’ …

    My ortho doc is the youngest of the triad, but it seems he learnt his ‘bedside manner’ from docs like the first two, and that’s fine with me. He practices a medically conservative methodology, and anything that doesn’t lead directly from his office to a surgical suite is fine with me. Whenever a problem can be managed medically, it gets my vote. I’ve been quite the lucky little boy with all of my docs, and I owe each of them a debt of gratitude.

    Sounds like yours are cut from a similar cloth, being not big on the dramatics and perhaps of a ‘one-step-removed’ disposition. Your back sounds like it gives you quite a bit more difficulty than mine gives me. I’ve kept doing the exercises the physical therapy guy gave me, and even tho’ I had my doubts about how valuable they’d be, they’re actually working quite nicely. I can only imagine that you went into ‘MEGO’ (My Eyes Glaze Over) mode when your doc brought up the matter of Aleve and its relationship to kidney function. On the (cough*cough) ‘brighter’ side, you get to have another MRI. Let’s hope that doesn’t lead to another surgery.

    I also visited the pharmacy today. Before I left, I made a point to ask to speak with the pharmacist. After I picked up (and brought home) the ’scrip my ortho doc called in for Oxaprozin, I decided I should read the Warning and Side Effects info. Hmm. Not a good read.

    Anytime y’ see the word ‘death’ appear with astonishing regularity in connection with the term ‘cardio patients’ in the opening sentence, it’s cause for concern. Since the word ‘death’ appeared many, many times in this section, I took the ’scrip back to the pharmacy and ’splained to the pharmacist that I had not opened the medication and would never introduce that medication into my body. I also pointed out I’d had no consult when the med was given me, and I was probably too much in shock after noting the price to think about asking for one.

    He took, imho, quite a risk by saying he’d accept the medication back and refund the purchase price. He didn’t have to do that. When I spoke with him today, I handed him my business card and thanked him again for what he’d done to help me … then I told him if he ever needed any graphic design work done of any type, to email me and it would be done at no charge. It’s not much, but I wanted to let him know what he did was and is appreciated.

    Chinese food sounds absolutely terrific. What’d you bring home … and did it involve won tons? It just makes sense that you should stop for food – I mean, you’d had blood drawn, right? There ya go, then.

    Finally we come to the end – and some quite nice forest-y photography to accompany the music of the harp … enjoy …

    • katry Says:

      Richard,
      I have so many medical people I call them my stable of doctors. I saw my cardiologist this month and my dentist. I have postcard from my eye doctor reminding me I need a checkup and the same with the proctologist. As I said, my stable of doctors, but as you said, as long as they keep me well.

      My back is so bad sometimes I have to stop immediately and find a place to sit down.

      I figure everything has side effects. Deciding which is worse, the pain or the cure, is what it is all about.

      The pills I take are to control the ups and downs of AFib. They seem to be working.

      The pharmacist was very gracious as they are not supposed to take back any medication. He was a good guy.

      I bought a lunch with lo mein, boneless spare ribs, beef teriyaki and chicken fingers. I had it for supper too. It was a perfect choice.

      I love the harp.

      • Richard Says:

        The normal rules are that you can ask the med be returned to stock so long as it hasn’t been taken out of the building – and that’s a very common-sense rule. I’m just thankful that this man listened and understood what had happened. It could have ended very differently, and that’s the reason I wanted to make certain he’s aware of my gratitude.

      • katry Says:

        Thanks for the explanation, Richard.

        He was understanding.

  4. Bob Says:

    I hate going to the doctor. When I was flying professionally I had to take an airman physical every six months. If the doctor found something wrong it could be the end of my career. I picked an Airman Medical Examiner who gave up his regular medical practice to just give airman medical exams. He could schedule at least ten to fifteen exams a day at a hundred bucks a pop. You know he was the best because I saw pilots filling out the FAA form with addresses in California, Chicago and Massachusetts. We called him fast Freddy. 🙂

    My previous AME was a gynecologist who only did airman certificates and I never saw a woman in his office. He was in his 80s and took my blood pressure four or five times. I asked his nurse and cashier if there was something wrong with my blood pressure. She looked at my form and said I was fine. I asked her why the doctor took my blood pressure so many times, she replied that he couldn’t hear through the stethoscope too well and took it several times to be sure he got it right. If a pilot can’t do something the FAA will suspend his flying privileges but the doctors have an old boy club protecting them and they can rake in the easy money until they have one foot in the grave and the other foot on a banana peel. 🙂 That doctor died of old age shortly after he issued me a class one medical certificate back in 1975. That’s when I switched to fast Freddy.

    In my next life I am picking wealthier parents and getting MD after my name. I may have have to go to a medical school in Mexico or go to the close cover before striking school of medicine and heavy machinery. 🙂

    My current physician is always referring me to specialists. I take the referrals and forget to make the appointments. Unfortunately, he won’t renew my scripts unless I come in every six months.

    Today was beautiful with clear skies and temperatures in the low 70s. Thunderstorms are forecast for Wednesday.

    • katry Says:

      Bob,
      I go once a year to have my physical but twice a year to other doctors like my cardiologist. I have decided to stay healthy by having the doctor cats h something if he can.

      It’s true that many doctor’s seem to get a free pass. Taking a doctor’s license away is a long process. I am finding that people now are quicker to complain about a doctor.

      I haven’t ever wanted to be a doctor. At one point I wanted to go to law school and even got accepted, but I decided I really enjoyed teaching when I was in the Peace Corps.

      My doctor also makes referrals. I think that’s the way it works now. He sends me to doctors who do one thing only, like cardiology.

      Poured all day and is now chilly and damp.

      • Bob Says:

        I once saw a cartoon in Playboy of a doctor looking up a patient’s right nostril. He exclaimed “I’m sorry I can’t help you, your problem is in your left nostril, I’m a right nostril man”. That was back in the 1970s. Since then it may have gotten worse. The drug company ads make me laugh because the possible side effects take up more of the thirty second ad than the benefit of the drug. I love the warning at the end of the ED ads. If I ever had an erection that lasted even four hours I would take out a newspaper ad. 🙂

      • katry Says:

        Bob,
        Those ads scare the heck out of me. The side effects seem worse than the illnesses they target.

        Don’t forget the picture for the ad.

  5. Jay Bird Says:

    What a coincidence… a medical day. Want to pass on a Joni Mitchell update, via some DJ on “60’s on 6” on Serius/XM. She’s recovering slowly from a cerebral hemorrhage. Still in a wheel chair, but has recovered use of her arms and hands. She finally quit smoking! That will help. Wishing her well…

    • katry Says:

      Jay,
      I was worried as I hadn’t heard much about her which made me fear the worst. It is bad but my imagination had her at death’s door. I figure the scare must have gotten her to quit.


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