June 9, 2016
So, I had a doctor appointment yesterday. Things went south in a hurry. I hate it when I cry. For me, tears are a sign of hopelessness and frustration. The nail in the coffin was doc ordering a test for rheumatoid arthritis. Doctors have been trying to make me "have" it since my thirties, so I rarely mention it when new a new doctor takes my medical history. Just because my grandmother and most of her daughters had/have it does not mean I will!
By the time JC wheeled me downstairs to the lab, I was depressed and willing to accept the possibility that I might have developed it since last year. You never know. In my heart I knew doc was wrong though. Guess what. Lab results prove that I do not have rheumatoid arthritis. And guess what else. The antibody test is negative too! So, yes!
However, she did call in a prescription for Vicodin. I'm allergic to codeine, and it's so noted in my medical chart. Our good pharmacist called to warn me, and she offered to call doc to suggest an alternative pain medication. I said "No, its okay. But thank you." I have a feeling do'c is probably tired of me. One more bitter pill morphed into one big lemon. Old Negativity whispered into my ear, with a sarcasm-ladened sneer, "Pucker up, buttercup." Aha! I did not pull the covers over my head and cower in bed. I took the advice on a tea towel cum designated dip pen nib wiper instead. After a few photos and an easy print job, I grabbed my version of vodka aka tea, a ZIG fine tip marker, my Y15 Cadmium Copic, and hello!
Postcards! It will take the rest of my evening to color all the lemons, the rest of the week to write to y'all on back, add stamps, coax JC into not reading them before he mails them. . . and before we know it, Bob's your auntie! You'll have mail!
Houston, the depression has lifted!
P. S. Erin and I bought a bunch of these tea towels when they were on sale at Aaron Bros. last year! "One never knows, do one?"