Thursday
Aug 9, 2001
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Thursday Aug 9, 2001 |
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more medical |
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First thing this morning I'm wandering around trying to find the Women's Center at this hospital, medical complex on Mopac. Usually I go in the front and have to wander by lots of areas where actual sick people may be. So, I'm intent on finding this back way into the women's center. And I finally do. It gives one pause to be ask about resusitation orders and organ donation before a mammogram, but I guess it's standard policy if they do a procedure. They've changed things around since I was here last. They put you in the room with the machine and give you a robe. But they left a few of those ratty household magazines in there. I also amused myself by...taking a digital picture of the machine. I have had quite enough of medical and dental lately and I'm healthy and just getting well care and some new crowns for comfort. I really pity people who have to go get lots of treatments or see doctors, are actually sick, and maybe the treatments make them sicker.
This relatively painless experience caused me to reward myself by stopping at Burger King for one of those biscuit sandwich things. I get one of those every few years. Today seemed like the day. I read a few pages of a book and have some coffee with it. (The book was in my car queuing up to go to my dad. I'm trying to keep him in interesting things to read. It is a book about Berlin from the standpoint of a house in Potsdam taking first by the Nazis and then by the Communists.)
Lunch found me alone. Dad was 'watching the maid clean' and Mom had found a miniature makers' club and a person to drive her to a meeting (and lunch). SuRu was going with other friends. I went alone, therefore, to Boston Market and got meatloaf and creamed spinach and root beer and read a few more pages of the book. Then I wandered around Ross Dress for Less and Office Depot a bit.
Stopped by the parents after work. They had lots to tell me. A neighborhood party, the layour of the neighbors' house, Mom's meeting. Mom said she had a sore place near the scar from her fall and stitches. I looked at it but could only see the tiniest red spot. It was sensitive. Gave Dad a stack of books. He is working his way through one called Phantoms in the Brain. Said he was only on page thirty-six. That he'd been falling asleep trying to read. I know the feeling. I think reading and hobbies keep them alert, though, and will keep slipping in challenging material. Mom does OK for herself, playing with the computer and weaving and rewiring her doll house.
At home, FFP had made fish tacos. They were very tasty. He bought fresh cilantro, too. Ate too much today but enjoyed it. I had a Shiner Bock with the meal. Sent me to sleep in my chair, trying to read newspapers and watch strange movies on IFC. Then I tried to watch these short movies done by a professor at UT that were shown on KLRU. But mostly slept. Lazy. A droopy allergic feeling coming over me.
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a very specialized machine indeed
"Youth thinks
nothing of health, and age thinks of nothing but." |
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JUST
TYPING