How I Spent My Summer Vacation

The first day of it, anyway. Btw, in case I don't say it enough, I heart all you guys out there. You know, just making sure.

I had a very lovely, relaxing, and accomplishing day. (You know it's not a day for me unless I can cross a task off a list.) I slept until seven and woke up to a quiet house, with the Hubs already gone to work and K not up for what turned out to be two more hours. I took a leisurely shower and got dressed, and then with my hair still wet under a baseball cap, took a quick run to CVS for something and then to a new Dunkin Donuts nearby with a drive-through window. And an incredibly cheerful and friendly worker at the window. I think I've found a new home.

I did my hair and make-up and still had time to kill so I made one more attempt to get the Wii sports pack that I'm looking for (with a baseball bat, tennis racket, etc.) and even though it was there on Sunday when I got the system, they were out of it today. I am officially giving up the search. It'll turn up someday when I'm not looking for it. Then another latte (hot this time) on the way home, and then the official start of the summer for me: my first doctor's appointment.

This was a mid-year checkup with the internist, the one I was wondering how I would confront over the situation this past winter when I was sick for a good long time before they diagnosed the Crohn's. I had felt that she was blowing me off; the Hubs just thought she was incompetent. I've already discussed this with Resnick, so I know that they weren't blowing me off, but I wanted to clear the air about how I had felt at the time.

Well. She came into the room smiling, clearly delighted to see me, and incredibly warm, taking my hand and telling me how good it was to see me well and how worried they had been when I was sick, and that she's been updated by Resnick on this week's possible flare and so on, and really: she just won me right over. She then proceeded to do what she's done any other time I had a concern (except for the Crohn's thing), which was to address it immediately and come up with a plan. I discussed my concern about one of my B.P. meds and she cut it in half. I talked to her about the estrogen etc. and she explained how the rest of that weaning off process will go. But really, get this one.

A bit of background first. My mother went to a doctor for several years who really was incompetent because he a) never took her off sleeping pills, and b) never told her to stop smoking. Now, I'm not looking for a doctor who's going to say Hey, you go right on doing that bad stuff you're doing! because that's just stupid, but the doctor did specifically tell me not to go on a diet. I couldn't believe it. (Her reasoning is that since Crohn's tends to prevent the body from absorbing nutrients from all the food you eat, cutting down to 1200 calories or so would be insane, since then I would really not be getting enough vitamins and stuff to be healthy.) She did suggest more activity, which I expected, and which will hopefully work better with less of the B.P. stuff.

I came home and took a nap, and then when K went to class, I fired up the Wii. Let's see, today I played tennis and golf -- what a frustrating game; why does anybody play it? -- as well as my usual baseball and bowling. I also did a target shooting thing. Whatever, I worked up a sweat, which is the whole point.

In and among all this, I also took care of a variety of phone calls and appointments. Oh, the task I accomplished was to adjust the window blinds and cords in the family room so that I can raise and lower them now without a lot of hugga-mugga, which will hopefully let me sleep a little later in the morning. See, I had the cords all tied up so they weren't hanging loose because I was afraid the cats would get tangled in them. Yes, that would be the cats that both died last year. Hey, I never thought of doing it until today.

I did not clean today, nor did I cook, so my record there is still clean.

Tomorrow: a haircut, and of course, a doctor, who is Resnick. Maybe a brief trip to Trader Joe's or Whole Foods. I'm hungry.


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