Okay, I admit I may have been feeling pretty smug what with making it through most of winter already without so much as catching a cold from JP! I’ve been working out regularly and my doctors’ appointments last week had all gone well.
The first visit was with my internist and called a medicine recheck, sort of like a physical, only less, because my insurance won’t cover an annual physical. They also don’t cover my flu shot, but don’t even get me started on that. My doctor looked over my info on the screen and said she wanted me to have a few blood tests done. “Stay well,” she proclaimed as she breezed out of the room. Karma…
My mammogram was on Wednesday and all went well. Thursday I stopped at the lab to have blood drawn and those results all came back great, too.
But apparently with all those visits to medical facilities where sick people go, I picked up a virus. The freaking flu virus, even though I had my vaccine last fall. Maybe my immune system is still lagging after chemo last year. Or maybe the vaccine was just less than effective like they’ve been saying. Who knows? But I do know that if you get to the doctor quickly, they can give you Tamiflu, an antiviral, to shorten the course and lessen the effects of flu.
By Saturday morning I was at Urgent Care, where they confirmed I had the flu. “My, you’ve been at a lot of doctor’s offices lately. Probably where you picked it up.” Karma…
They would prescribe Tamiflu and I would watch for any signs of complications like pneumonia. But after checking for an interaction with my other meds, the doctor said, “I see you react to medications with red dye in them. Sorry, can’t give you Tamiflu!” Freaking karma…
But she did give me an antibiotic for my sinusitis and to help prevent other infections, stressed the need for rest and fluids and sent me on my way. And hopefully I didn’t share my germs with anyone else. Shh! Karma!
(Just kidding about the list!)
No, not those kind…
But parts of me (not my feet) might have been a little blue as they got pulled and pushed and squished into the cold glass and metal of the mammography machine yesterday. Good news, the radiologist did not see anything to cause concern, declaring me momentarily clear and cancer free. Yay me!!
But as anyone who’s gone through something similar (or maybe has a smidgen of anxiety issues), there’s always a niggling little thought in the back of my mind that they might have missed something or something is there and it’s too small to be seen yet. I even asked my internist why they don’t just do some kind of scan of my whole body. She smiled nicely and said in my case it wouldn’t be helpful.
I tell myself to stop the worry, tamp down the crazy and get on with life. Which I’ve been learning to do pretty well. I call it my new normal. But I admit I sometimes need a Xanax — actually, sometimes hubby begs me to take one — to drift peacefully off to sleep…
Seriously, though, life is very good and I’m feeling great!
Photo of blue footed boobys courtesy of Wikipedia.
Hope you get something nice!
I admit I get very excited about the Olympics, especially the winter ones. I have no idea why. I don’t love the cold and I’m not big into playing winter sports. Not outside anyway. I think I’m a closet adrenaline junkie!
I ice skated some as a child at a local outdoor area that the town fire department froze over when it was cold enough. Wobbly ankles and fear of falling made my experience more like taking little mincing steps around the ice rather than gliding. We went sledding with friends, but I only slid down sensible hills — you know, a gentle slope and gliding to a stop with no fear of hurting yourself.
Skiing was expensive and I only went a few times. And in my area, there are no mountains, only little, probably manmade, hills. Since I never really learned how to stop I would be apologizing the whole way after putting on the skis because invariably I’d run into someone or over their skis. Then after reaching the bunny hill, I’d just point the skis forward and usually stop by hitting the fence at the bottom, grabbing on to steady myself.
I’m obviously way more suited to wearing the cute clothes while having a drink in front of the fire!
But the idea of politics being put aside for a few weeks and countries coming together in the spirit of the Games (Vice President Pence, are you listening?) while the world enjoys watching the best of the best graceful, tenacious and talented young athletes in the world still thrills me!
Sorry about the meme from Facebook, but I find it funny in a scary sort of way… Like clowns…
I think this is appropriate today…
I did go to the grocery store pre-storm, but no Facebook post!
Texted the kids once to see if anyone was going to work and make sure the grandkids were all home from school!
And here’s my old, arthritic Chief, trying to figure out what to do with this snow! We are up to 10 and a half inches (on top of the four we had) and expecting three inches more by the end of Sunday. Crazy weather!