Today was another doctor’s appointment. The news was not what I expected. It wasn’t bad. It wasn’t good but it wasn’t bad. I guess it was just neutral. You go to a doctor’s appointment completely prepared to lay down the law, talking points and sub-talking points, questions for your questions and decidedly certain of the outcome. You have a list after all. You’ve spent hours researching the topics and treatments to be covered. Not sure the doctor even needs to be there really. You can fill out your chart and order your own procedures. The doctor is only there to agree with your diagnosis.
Well, we got to point #1 on my list. The conversation went in such an unplanned direction. I was taken totally off guard. I left wondering what just happened. I needed to clear my head. Rehash the past 45 minutes and see where my plan crumbled. So I went to the only place one can go at times such as this…Super Target. I picked up a fresh Braeburn apple, a cold bottle of Peach Ginger Spring Water and a really cute orange beaded necklace. It’ll look great with my navy tank top the next time I travel to Auburn, likely sometime in 2010, but nonetheless. Then I hopped back in the car and took the long route back to the office. I turned the music up and sang loudly because after all, I honestly would like "to be under the sea in an Octopuses garden in the shade". I hear their gardens are lovely this time of year.
As I pulled into the parking garage, I said a prayer of gratitude for the sunny day, for apples, for Super Target and for The Beatles. Even when the doctor tells you something you don’t want to hear, even when the list is still just that, a list, and even when you think you might just be too tired to see this journey to the end, there are more things to be grateful for than there are to be sad for. God is good.
Well, we got to point #1 on my list. The conversation went in such an unplanned direction. I was taken totally off guard. I left wondering what just happened. I needed to clear my head. Rehash the past 45 minutes and see where my plan crumbled. So I went to the only place one can go at times such as this…Super Target. I picked up a fresh Braeburn apple, a cold bottle of Peach Ginger Spring Water and a really cute orange beaded necklace. It’ll look great with my navy tank top the next time I travel to Auburn, likely sometime in 2010, but nonetheless. Then I hopped back in the car and took the long route back to the office. I turned the music up and sang loudly because after all, I honestly would like "to be under the sea in an Octopuses garden in the shade". I hear their gardens are lovely this time of year.
As I pulled into the parking garage, I said a prayer of gratitude for the sunny day, for apples, for Super Target and for The Beatles. Even when the doctor tells you something you don’t want to hear, even when the list is still just that, a list, and even when you think you might just be too tired to see this journey to the end, there are more things to be grateful for than there are to be sad for. God is good.
It's good that Ringo is there when you need him. I hate that you got, I suppose, unexpected news. Do you have to go back to the doctor?
ReplyDeleteIt's good to read what your thinking in the blog. I'm sure this is all a fad that will blow over one day, but, for now, I like it. I was skeptical when Carrie started, but it's been a good way to communicate. Actually, it's the stuff of science fiction not but 20 years ago - family watching their loved ones on a video sent via computers.
Hey! Thanks! I like doing it for now. We'll see how long it lasts. I'm great at starting a writing project and then letting it go. Maybe if I posted all the stories I have started I might be motivated to finish them.
ReplyDeleteNo more doctor's appointments for a while. We're in waiting mode. And there's another thing I am not great at-waiting.