Sixty-something woman shares ruminations as she plys the latter third of her life with the caveat that age entitles her to be absolutely outrageous whenever possible.
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
That little old phony baloney, moi...
I don't know which is worse; to make a doctor's appointment and find out nothing is wrong, or find out something really is. I figured it would be a good idea to get the old bones scanned before taking them to Europe this fall, and knowing my PA, she was going to tell me to come in, so I made the appointment. Plus, I was kind of thinking something was a little off, like I would get so sleepy I could not sit up, or my joints would ache, or I would get chilled. Sometimes. So off I went at the crack of dawn (MY dawn, not yours) for my 9:20 appointment. BP is sterling, vitals are, well, vital. However, little UTI, and probably, little sinus infection, too. So, I am not that big a phony after all. Soon, I will be off to Costco Pharmacy for DRUGS. No more hubris because I was the only senior citizen on the block who had no prescriptions.