She hasn’t looked at the sign-in sheet yet.
On the phone. Maybe I should let her know
I’m here. I did. Good thing I did. Earlier at
home my phone rang. Seldom rings. It
Surprised us both. I left it by the cutting
board. Tina Charles rang out with “I Love to
Love.” The caller asked, “Are you allergic to
iodine?” “Not to my knowledge,” I said.
She was very pleasant, “The doctor wants
you to have a CT scan as soon as possible.
Full today, tomorrow okay?” After a few
more odd questions, I’m scheduled for
Tuesday morning. A nurse popped her head
out the door. She handed me the blood order,
then took me back for a TB test. Small needle
in the arm now. We both agreed we liked the
old four-prong test better. “Come back for a
reading on Wednesday after your blood tests.”
This medical stuff is wearing me out. Tea or
coffee when I get home? One more stop first.
Need my staples; sandwich wheat bread and
bologna. As I entered the store, I thought that
donuts sounded good, too. A rare mid-morning
treat. I picked up a 6-pack of chocolate mini
donuts. You know the ones that have a list of
chemical ingredients as long as your arm and
will be edible after surviving a nuclear blast.
They taste a little like sweet chocolate and
cardboard (or Styrofoam). A whopping 410
calories (1 serving)! Good Lord, what did I
do that for? At first I was thinking of my lovely
Irish Breakfast from Trader Joe’s; the one with the
round tea bags. Fragrant, strong black tea. But
then I saw that there was easily enough morning
coffee left for my mug. An old buddy of mine at
Lilly told me the trick of warming up coffee in the
microwave so it isn’t bitter. Add a touch of cold
water first. It works. Tasted as good as it did this
morning fresh. Surprising considering it’s an odd
blend she made. She picked up a bit of ground
Joe I had leftover. Not enough, so added Maxwell
House. We called it Jomax after the street by the
same name in Phoenix. A good cup of coffee by
accident. The reheated Jomax was just as good at
eleven as it was at seven! One donut and about
four sips left. Yeah for me. Racking my brain on how
I can increase our income. Interestingly, I opened up
the new blood order. It is for “cocci serology.” I think
that test is for “Valley Fever.” Only God knows
where these tests are headed. I haven’t a clue.
(Health started to go down the tubes in 2012; then
my ER visit last March. I’m still here, thank God.)
She should be home soon. Lunch first so we don’t
over shop, then we need to hit Walmart for a few
things. I slept well last night considering we had
a “Peaky Blinders” marathon yesterday to finish off
season 3 for us on Netflix. They smoked so many
cigarettes on that series, I felt like I was getting a
smoker’s cough through the television! (Alan, enough
already with the health issues, you are probably saying.)
In my mind I believe I’m healed. God’s healing power is
at work in me; I’m just waiting for my body to catch up.
(Donuts didn’t help anything, not to mention the bologna.)
Poet, Writer, US Army (Retired)
I dreamed of writing when I was a youngster. The love of books and writing may have helped to dull the pain of severe sexual abuse as I was sexually abused by two men at my father’s place of work from age 8 to 12 or so. I learned about this for the first time when I was 50 years old. So, as a boy, reading was the only place I had to go to. My fantasy world was better and safer than my real world. I loved reading and writing.
Reading books and writing poetry are a joy to me still and are an important part of my life. (See my About Me page on my blog for the complete profile.)