Y’all, Help! I am so nervous I am giving myself a headache. We head out, in the morning, for Dallas. It has been 4 and half years since I have been in that town.
I so know I did not have this much anxiety over my first consult or even surgery. I had no clue what to expect then; now I do. Now, I kinda know what I am looking at on my MRI images. But there are a few things I have no idea what are. Having knowledge can be a double edged sword. We all have heard the cliche of “damned if you do, damned if you don’t”.
I have done all the distracting I could come up with. We even had the kids in the house for two days. And one grand-baby [pup]. I even went shopping to improve the comfort of my back seat. I will, hopefully remember, to take a picture of my new and improved nest in the back seat. If I truly have Fibromyalgia, as the doctor hinted at, that has encouraged the purchase of memory foam to add to that hard-uneven seat. Staying on my side, [back there, heck lets be honest -anytime I am in that position] makes every thing hurt and the arms and hip even ache where I rest them on each other. Then let us not talk about the shoulders and legs going dentist-appointment ‘asleep’. Or just ‘asleep’ with all the tingling and stinging attacking me. Who knew the concept of “asleep” in the body/nerve language could be two totally separate feelings.
I know I have shared that I have become the queen of container gardening on my deck. Well, I have been babying one tomato plant to get the steak size fruit. Yep, that plant has three real pretty ones on it. So it will make me sad that I might not get to eat the ‘fruit of my labors’. But my daughter promised to stop by to water and keep a look out. I told her to send me selfies of her and my babies. I even told her she had to talk to the plants and touch them each time she comes by. I just don’t know if I should be nice and let her eat the first one. But something no one ever told me is – – potato flowers smell good! They have a clean, floral smell to them. A bee was working each flower and I could smell something while I had my morning swing so I got curious and went looking for the smell. I was pleasantly surprised. So, how am I growing a potato on my deck? Got that sucker in a laundry basket lined with plastic. Just bury that half of potato and what what happens. Oh, the ones with the white-eyes sticking out work great. I bet I can do that all year long. When I get back I am going to start another batch of sweet peas. I have them in a storage box and can raise them inside. Won’t that be pretty in front of a window.
I know I have been slack on posting lately, truth be told, I am being a scaredy-cat about all this MRI business. Hopefully the doctor can help calm me a bit. If not there are always tiny pharmaceuticals, right?