I awoke this morning, thinking of my Mom. Tomorrow is Mother’s day and she’s been gone for over forty years, but I think of her quite often, perhaps every day. I disappointed my poor Mom because I just missed being born on Mother’s Day all those many years ago. I will be 74 this week.
Having outlived her by many years, I have been making the medical rounds, and interspersing little treats in between doctor visits. Following a panormic x-ray of my jaw, plus the usual bite-wing shots, this week, I received an A+ from the dentist. Later in the week, I saw my osteo guy for an injecton in my shoulder, and a prescription for an MRI. He thinks I have a torn rotator cuff (probably from lifting heavy things like bags of soil, but I didn’t tell him this).
My treats this past week consisted of booking my tickets for travel to CA in the fall to visit son #1; buying myself a ‘Belgian’ waffle iron and using it; virtusly eating salads and forgoing dessert at a Greek restaurant on our way home from the dentist; a trip to Merrifield nursery to buy more pots for my begonia and fuchsia plants.
Following a visit to the Osteopathic surgeon, we stopped at the Heidelberg, a German bakery, for a tuna sandwich for me, a brat for David and slices of hazelnut cake.
Yesterday, I spent the afternoon on the phone:
1/ arranging an appointment for the MRI for my shoulder, obtaining a prescription for Valium so I can stand the MRI which calls for an hour on my back listening to a loud noise while not moving;
2/ obtaining an appointment with another osteo guy for my back (I’ll need it), which will probably lead to another MRI;
3/ arranging with my GP’s office for our pre-physical blood workup orders…to be sent to the hospital; and
4/ other fun things.
Next week I have my quarterly checkup with the dermatologist, following which, we will eat at our favorite French cafe on Monday. Wednesday is my birthday, and we are going downtown to the National Gallery of Art to view the Mellon exhibit with lunch at the museum.
Thursday we drop Clare at the vet’s office for her teeth cleaning, followed by our blood draw at the hospital.
In between all these excursions, treats, etc. I will continue reading and get more plants potted. We’ve had nine days of rain, but finally the sun appeared this morning. The last shipment of plants should arrive next week as well as the tea and coffee beans I ordered for David and me. Below is my little teapot, by Lennox. The pattern is called ‘Williamsburg’. I’ve had it a while, however, I destroy pots regularly, so its relatively new. Mom would have loved it.