A pot pouring of not much:
I awoke this morn feeling bad - 3rd day in a row - sore throat. In the past these throats have been from "drainage." Sure, talking about drainage is not the coolest thing. I figure: Today is Friday. Next comes the weekend. What doctor is gonna help me on weekends? The throat might only get worse, worst, worser. To the phone, got an appointment for 1:45.
I was early. Didn't make any difference, they called me back at 1:45, and the doc didn't see me till about 2:00. And that is okay. I like my doctor, Dr. Merrill. He has a pleasant bedside manner and always seems interested and pleased to see you. The doc has a new nurse. His old nurse retired on Jan. 15th and the new one came in.
This part I like the best. She opened the door to the waiting room and called my name. She even pronounced it correctly. As we trudged down the hallway, she said - and I do paraphrase here - "You are much younger looking than I expected. I was looking for a much older man." This lady gets an "A." No, make that an "A+." I look much younger than my age? What does an 70 year old guy look like? She probably thought I looked closer to 68. Still, that nurse knows how to get my blood pressure down.
Which reminds me, bp was 122 / 70. Sounds good to me.
The doc thinks I either have a virus or allergies from being outside lately. The Oak trees are really acting up right now. I t'was sent on my way with a RX for bacteria infection IF MY drainage starts getting major coloring. Yep. He says don't use it unless I really need to. The prescription rests comfortably in my billfold.
enough for now - bed time - my head is just singing away - ringing away. Been told this is my ears ringing. Continuous singing. It will never go away. All of my young readers should be cautioned about loud music. Being a band director forever put me in front of some pretty loud groups. Just sayin..........
A "STONE" is a family word for a personal story or thought, not quite an essay or short story. We moved to central Texas to be near a daughter. We are down to only one wirehair dachshund - Sadie. (Goodbye in 2021 to Oscar the ball boy and Bruno the larger twin) & my wife -- penned by a retired Texas H.S. band director - just nonsense thoughts unrelated to each other or anything other than what's happening and comments.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Posted by Mike Metze at 12:13 AM
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