Good news and comic relief

This afternoon I feel like blogging a bit, because I think blogistas might like a bit of good news, as well as Gary-related comic relief.

I finally got all this week's appointments done, and Helen Hip was very unhappy about all the cars, waiting room chairs, examining tables, and climbing and walking, especially having to lie on that side at length for the echo test, but now it's done. 

And the four hour series of scans including the NUCLEAR stress test (hilarious name! Sounds like scorched earth approach), was well, interesting. Very capable technicians, nice cardio, and being injected with Danger, danger, Will Rogers, radioactive stuff, then the antidote, like in movies,  was an experience. 

I did my usual reaction, nausea, but it passed. And the cardio plus two technicians stood close around, I suppose to catch me if necessary, since I was perched on a table. Very glad it's done and all the malpractice lawyers can check it off.

Good news minor: hearing ability is very close to last time, no need to recalibrate the hearing aids.

Good news major: the heart valve issue is there but needs no action, just observation, and I got cardiac clearance.  Yay! Emil the pt is so happy too.

Yesterday I had the hearing test late morning, at one location, then echo cardio early afternoon at another. I had originally planned to just drive myself, then had second thoughts. Just as well, since I was done for by the end and struggling to walk, Helen shouting that she never signed up for this. 

Today handsome Son drove me early, but not through a rainstorm this time, to the long NUCLEAR (!)  appointment, where there's no caffeine for 24 hours and no food after midnight, oh dear. Breakfast was a cup of hot water.   Then he went to return my car, get his own, and go to work. Gary was set to pick me up four hours later. 

This was after a blizzard of texts with four people very upset they couldn't give me a ride home, largely medical appointments of their own, deliveries, etc.  It ended with Gary switching his delivery to another day, gallant man, and the ride was set. 

Then, while I was in mid test, what happened was that texts and calls from him and another friend came in while I was in a machine, not in a position to do anything about it! 

He'd forgotten which doctor's office, where was I.. I also found that the reason for the other friend being roped in was that in the middle of this texting he lost his phone and was beside himself in case I was calling! 

I responded to everyone with directions, and remembered to tell him which doctor, there's a ton of them in the building. And when I emerged finally, he'd arrived and was grilling the receptionist about my whereabouts! 

Home again and starting to think about a thing I'd like to make, a crocheted summer top in cotton. This is a good sign, when creating and making rears its curly head.

And a pot of tea. All good. And I wonder why I needed these stress tests when all you have to do is check the news. 

Anyway, glad to be in touch, and you've missed a couple of Gary hoots, but there will be more, I expect. Did I mention a third neighbor also wanted to help? I have as close as you can get to assisted living without moving!

And here's some grains of sand in action