The cupboards are pretty bare. Because I can't drive, I've been clearing out the freezer and pantry all summer. I buy groceries a little at a time because I don't want to ask someone to take me. I will not turn into the twins dependent on someone else. Yes, I could do the delivery thing but frankly I'm too cheap to pay $7.95 for it. I'd kill to go to a farmers market. Eating frozen veg in the summer should be illegal. And besides that, I'm out of it. And it will defrost carrying it home in 90+ temperatures. I make do. The roomie doesn't eat real food anyway.
Saturday was my annual doctor's appointment, though it was more like 18 months. Ever since I had the blood work taken my phone has been dinging with test results. I didn't think they were good. But what do I know?
Megan drove me. I would have had to leave Thursday to get there by bus. I'm only half joking. My appointment was 8:20, we arrived at 8:15 and they took me fairly quickly. Then after the nurse did all the intake I waited. And waited. At 8:38 I was just getting ready to text Megan that the doctor still hadn't arrived when she walked in the door. She asked 'how are you?' I said, 'I've had better years. I've basically been stuck in the house all summer with vision issues, ended up in ER with AFib, and had cataract and glaucoma surgery. So to compensate I'm getting no exercise and eating like garbage'. I think she was looking for "okay".
She didn't seem phased by the blood work. Thankfully my A1C only went up one point. She said since you've been eating like garbage we'll let it slide this time. But next time it need to go down two points. (The sweet spot.) She was thrilled with my blood pressures and at a quick glance did an average of 130. She submitted an rx for both a dexa scan and a FIT test (aka Cologuard). I have to go back in six months.
Before I was to the exit my phone started dinging. I checked out and they gave me a stack of paper. (Which I still haven't looked at.) We headed to Panera for breakfast—it's just on the other side of the highway—and as Megan pulls into a space my phone rings. I think it's the roomie. I look to "ignore" it and it's the doctor's office. I answer. I need to come back. They didn't give me the FIT test. I told them we were eating first and we'd be back.
We get into Panera and I look up at the menu board and couldn't read a damn thing. I said to the clerk do you still have the ... Thankfully she said yes. Tuesday I get my glasses RX. I cannot wait.
We eat and head back to the doctors. I grab the FIT test and they also gave me a "hat". Finally we head home.
Sunday Bonnie picked me up and we did the lunch shift at the shelter. I manned the "farmer's market". It's not really a farmer's market. It's just fresh produce from the supermarket wholesaler. They take what they want. The lemons were popular. "Lemonade!" Cabbage not so much. I brought home a few leftovers so now I have fresh veg in the house again. Sweet corn will wait till Wednesday after I get me new glasses. Maybe peaches too. I may have to go back Thursday.
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