Yesterday I had called my compounding pharmacy to get a refill on my bio-identical hormones, knowing that they would have to call the doctor and they did have to call the doctor and then the doctor's office called me to tell me that it has been quite awhile since I've been in which is true and because of the law and hormones, they really had to see me.
Well. I told them that I'd been self-isolating and couldn't even HUG MY GRANDCHILDREN and they said they understood and I could do a televisit.
Would 11:45 today be okay?
Of course my schedule was wide open and so I agreed and I was a bit unsure how a televisit from your GYN would work. I mean- there's an app for everything, right? But breast exam? To check a cervix? To palpate a uterus?
Of course not.
First I had to agonize about where to sit for this televisit and then about whether or not this was GOING TO WORK and it didn't seem to be working on my phone so I switched to my laptop at the last moment meaning that my background was a stuffed tarpon that a friend of ours gave us after he found it in the garage of a house he bought instead of my dreamy library.
But it worked and the doctor was very, very nice and we just chatted and he does want me to get a few tests to make sure that the hormones aren't killing me which I suppose is understandable but he's not insisting that I do it "yesterday" as he said but I did have to set up one appointment for a test that I will not name for the sake of delicacy, although I will say that it is a delicate test.
And I ain't talking mammogram here although I'm supposed to get one of those too.
My appointment is for the end of August so I don't have to worry for awhile.
But all of that was a bit much for me, the girl who has to take Ativan to do anything medically related, sometimes even if it's not about her but someone she loves. Or maybe just read about online.
And since I'd accomplished all of that I decided to go ahead and do two clerical type chores I've been putting off, one of which was to get that copy of a marriage certificate in an envelope with all the necessary information to mail to Social Security and the other was to renew my driver's license online.
I did both.
I am exhausted.
Beyond that I've done a little laundry, planted some arugula in the rain, swept a tiny bit and completed two crosswords.
I was going to do some ironing. Mr. Moon does not have one ironed shirt in the entire closet that doesn't have long sleeves and although he surely hasn't needed one lately, who knows when an emergency will arise which will require him to wear something other than a pair of overalls with a tear in the butt and a ragged shirt with holes in it?
But just as I was about to go set up the ironing board, my oldest continual friend called me from Maryland and we chatted for a good long while which was extremely cheering. She was my best friend from about the 6th grade when we were in the same Girl Scout troupe which was a wonderful troupe that camped a lot and did many fun things. Our friendship continued throughout high school, as did our Girl Scout activities. We spent one summer together being counselors-in-training at Camp Juliette Low which I believe was in North Carolina and if we hadn't already been the best of friends we would have been after that. We were in the same cabin which once got struck by lightening and although no one died, we were almost scared to death. Most of the other CIT's had been attending the camp since they were unripe eggs in their mother's ovaries but this was Laney's and my first summer so we had a lot of catching up to do. As anyone who has attended summer camp knows, there are a myriad of seemingly mysterious rituals and activities which for some reason endear the campers and keep 'em coming back every year. So we had to catch up on everything from the lingo to where the commissary was to the songs to the specialty of the dining hall, which, as I recall, mostly involved white bread set out at all the tables along with lemons slices and bowls of peanut butter and of sugar. With these ingredients, you could make a "Juliette Low Special" which was the bread with peanut butter spread on it, then liberally doused with lemon juice and then sprinkled with sugar. Or perhaps the sugar went on before the lemon juice.
As much as food plays a part in my memory, this is the ONLY thing I remember eating at Camp Juliette Low.
So my friend and I did not not discuss camp or Girl Scouts today or even old boyfriends or high school but we did discuss our husbands, our children and grandchildren, and our mothers.
I am so grateful to have a friend like that. Who knew me back when I was barely more than an unripe egg in my mother's uterus. Or at least when I was an unripe adolescent in my mother's home.
I've been dreaming about my mother and my stepfather almost every night. I'm truly getting sick of this. It's fucking disturbing to tell the truth. I spend most of the dreams yelling at my stepfather to get away from me, not to touch me, etc.
And also cleaning up their house which, as so many of my dreams do, involves garbage bags.
So, so, SO many garbage bags.
Is that as obvious as I think it is?
Perhaps I need a televisit with a counselor. Every podcast I listen to has an online counseling service as a sponsor. I suppose I am not the only one with problems these days. Not that the coronavirus situation has anything to do with the dreams about my mother, stepfather, and garbage bags.
It's still raining a bit and thunder is rumbling like god's tummy in the next room.
I put my duck back in its bag today and tucked it away in a closet and put my cashmere in a different bag and then in a different closet.
Time moves on. So do we.
Darn it I had a great photo for you in connection with a virtual gynae visit. Maybe I'll just have to post it on my own blog for you. AnnaReplyDelete
Those sound like my PTSD nightmares Mary. Love you.ReplyDelete
you accomplished alot today! And enjoying rain! I managed working out in the garden for 2 hours in sunshine and perfect temps.....trying to salvage my rabbit nibbled lettuce (lets hope a tomato cage works!)...... planted 6 sunflower seedlings. Highlight of my day was, as yours, a call from someone I hadn't seen or spoken to in 25 years! An old patient of mine from back in the Docs office day who *found* me! yes- you CAN catch up on 25 years in a one hour long phone call.....and we both told each other we loved each other and that we had made each others day. Doesn't get better than that, in my bookReplyDelete
Great name for a book: Planting arugula in the rainReplyDelete
I do hear you in whether the telehealth thing will work, and how. It's very stressful even without the health issue. Good for you for getting a lot accomplished.ReplyDelete
You got some important things done today - yay! The online doctor's appointment is great to have done even if you do have to go in sometime in August, that's a ways off so you can think about it later - right Scarlett!ReplyDelete
I saw the joke from Treaders - that was great! Everything IS done by computer these days right? Well, maybe not.
I managed to avoid one doctor's appointment by emailing a list of my blood pressure readings and blood sugar readings. I told his nurse that they really didn't want me to come in during a pandemic did they?! However, next week I have a dental appointment and I am nervous about that one. They just opened back up a week ago and they say they are doing all these extra precautions so I'll see. But I'm still not so sure.
How's that sweet boy Hank doing? I hope his heart is behaving and he is feeling much better.
You and your man have a nice evening!
I suppose it makes sense that you'd need to check in again with the doctor -- but a televisit is hard to imagine for any medical issue, especially one involving sensitive parts! So I can (sort of) understand your reluctance there.ReplyDelete
I'm not sure what to think about the dreams. Talking to a counselor wouldn't hurt. I suspect you'll always have those dreams to some degree, but every night seems excessive. Did you have them when you were a younger adult or have they become more frequent and/or intense as you've gotten older?
O.M.G. Just looked at "Random Thoughts" perfect picture post after your discussion about a GYN televisit. Yowza. That's all I can say--except--she really dressed up for that zoom call, didn't she? LOLReplyDelete
a pelvic? I haven't had one of those in years and hope to never have one again. I do get a mammogram though but under protest. and I made a dentist appt for next week. and summer camp! that brings back some memories. I didn't fit in there any more than I did school. I'm having dreams but they evaporate with my first conscious thought.ReplyDelete
Have you seen the video of the song for front line workers, done by a bunch of Gainesville musicians? It's called On the Other Side. Your friends Lon and Lis are in it! I really enjoyed it last night. It's on You TubeReplyDelete
This post makes me feel as if I was sitting socially distant from you on your porch, watching the leaves sway on the cathedral trees in your yard, just chatting and sharing. I love you. Sleepaway camp is a powerful bonding experience and my son closest soul cluster to this day are the friends he made at that camp in the woods every summer from the time he was 10. Most of his friends had been going since they were 7, so he had some catching up to do too. Many of them were the children of adults who had once gone to camp there themselves. It matched his evolving self, this boy would would grow up to be a friefighter. He used to boast that he was the fastest firestarter at camp. Yikes!ReplyDelete
I never went to camp. I was so shy and awkward as a child it would probably have killed me:) I'm glad you had such good memories of it.ReplyDelete
I didn't know what a Juliet Low special was so tried to look it up and found out all about the founding of Girl Scouts of America. I'm always impressed with women who went against the flow so long ago.
I find my own dreams are similar in that they are easy to interpret or just about stuff from my day, all lumped together and ready for storage somewhere in my brain.
Stay safe my friend.
I spent 12 years in the Girl Scouts and have never heard of a Juliette Lowe Special...Hope you had a sweet night.ReplyDelete