so, the day starts with a doctor's appointment. i head to the doctor's office and park my car, wayyyy underground--wth is everybody doing at the holiday inn/upmc building? pridefully, i don't write down the parking garage level or anything like i usually do. i see that i'm between bg5 and ag5. "bee gees," i think. "but there are five of them." and "attorney general number 5. like mambo number 5." i don't know. this is how i think.
i get to the elevator and this is the button. surrealism 1.
yes. i would like to go sideways. and later through the roof, as if this were willy wonka's chocolate factory and not, in fact, a medical building connected to a holiday inn (did i mention i think that's weird?).
so i head up with an elevatorful of people who are out-loud confused by how hard it was to find parking today and how do they find their cars again and where is the pay station anyway? imagine *me* being the one who knows how to get somewhere. me, with zero sense of direction at.all. that was fun.
doctor visit goes well. it's my first visit with this doc, and i like her. whew. i've been looking for a new primary-care physician since dr. freedman abandoned me to go live closer to her *daughters* in new england. i know: whatEVer. anyway, dr. burns listened and asked lots of good questions and seemed to care about the right stuff. i didn't feel rushed. and i love the electronic records. awesome.
what i *didn't* love about this particular office was the medical assistant (this is what dr. burns called her). everyone else was rock-my-world awesome, but the poor medical assistant...well, sweet as she could be, but not confidence-inspiring. (a) she recorded my weight as 20 pounds lighter than it really was. i just happened to be able to read over her shoulder as she was doing the data entry and i corrected her. fine. those balancey-weight scales can be confusing. but (b) i swear she got my blood pressure wrong. it's always always been about 100/70, give or take 5 in either direction. today it was like 112/74. 112? that seems much higher. but maybe i was just alarmed. i don't know. anyway, (c) dr. burns has me get a tetanus shot, which this woman (whose name i never got) was to administer. (p.s. i HATE needles, though i've gotten way better about this feeling since i started administering my own injections of imitrex a few years back. that, and i told myself as jack-jack was pouncing on me and biting and clawing me (he loves me very much) this morning that a shot wouldn't hurt any worse than kitty teeth and claws.) anyway, so medical assistant lady does not use universal precautions. no gloves. she gives me the shot, and i feel watery liquid spurt all over my arm (she wipes it off). she gets me one of those little dot bandages to cover the injection site, and she's peeling it off with her fingernails. FINGERNAILS. those totally gross me out anyway.
so that was fun. i look forward to a hepatitis test next year.
i also got an x-ray of my knee, which makes lovely grinding noises and feels like it has a ball bearing loose. it's been hindering my exercise efforts, but i think i'll be okay with a knee brace. doc wanted to x-ray it just in case; it occurred to me that i may have actually done something to it back in 2007 or whenever i fell down the stairs and had that huge-ass hematoma. but who keeps track of things like that? i'm clumsy and fall or bump into things all the time. i guess i'll have to start keeping a log or something.
okay. so after my shot and my x-ray, it's time to leave. only i can't find my way out of the office. every exit sign leads to another part of the office suite. finally, i whisper to someone in scrubs, "how do i get out?" and she points me toward this door.
that's right: the exit is clearly--vehemently, even--marked "no exit." "don't you dare exit." "don't even think about it, punk."
flouting authority, i exit through the no-exit door. i'm a rebel like that.
i still end up in another office suite and start feeling a little groundhog day-y. and i find this door:
but i did. don't tell anybody.
in the garage, i go to g3, all proud of myself for remembering where i'd parked. but the level isn't the right color or something. something ain't right. and then i remember that there are FIVE bee gees and it's attorney general number 5. so i finally get myself to the right level and walk to my car. i press the little button on my remote key to unlock the door, and a newer cr-v two cars over from mine flashes its lights, too. in solidarity with my cr-v? just startled? i don't know. so i press the button again to disarm the alarm or whatever the second button-press does, and the other cr-v flashes AND HONKS.
i enjoyed that.
then i started up *my* cr-v and what should be on the radio?
the bee gees.
somebody is trying to tell me something.
and then i head to trader joe's to pick up some food. we have food in the house, but not the healthiest food ever. not that we have bags of oreos and potato chips in every room or anything, but you know. not as much fresh veggies and non-pasta-based meals as we should.
you know how they say you should never shop hungry? really what they mean is never shop hungry just after your physical. you will buy many, many delicious and healthy foods and not be able to fit them into your refrigerator when you get home.
i did, but i pursed my lips a little.
i did see a funny thing at tj's.
i wanted to buy them just to smile at that. but i didn't. i went home and pursed my lips as i stuffed the refrigerator full. and then i had lunch and worked the rest of the day.
oh, and i am indeed aging badly. i've lost an inch of height. i don't like that. and i have to do a bunch of blood tests after a fast so we can see whether there's some medical reason for my excessive fatigue (three hours of naps a day, anyone?) and persistent weight. but that's drama for another day.
oh, and nothing to do with anything: lauren turned me on to a new pet-supply shop right near our house. no web site yet, but it's awesome. right at the corner of forbes and braddock, and stocked with all kinds of natural foods, treats, and toys for cats, dogs, rabbits, ferrets, whatever. it's a lovely little shop staffed by very nice and helpful people and two friendly shop dogs. it's my new favorite place.
AND i wore a sweater today that carla made for me. i know! nobody has ever made me a sweater before! lisa has made me mittens, and carla made me some mitts last year, but this is a real-life garment. it's blue and grey (she knows me well), with elbow-length sleeves, and actually fits and is flattering. i felt very cute. i was too much in a rush to get home to work and purse my lips to stop at the shop to show her, if she was there, but i was uber-grateful.
that is all.