I’m tired. It’s late at night – well, late for me now. It’s almost 11:00 pm. Saturday night. Used to, I’d be out dancing and enjoying the weekend. Tonight I took both dogs out and hoped they didn’t take long doing their business.
I’ve been posting on my Writing Blog daily. I felt like if I kept a record of my daily writing activities that I’d do more. Sometimes life gets in the way and things still go undone.
I had a doctor’s appointment Thursday afternoon. Two of my sons went with me. That doctor had his nurse (?) is that what she’s called . . . the woman who stays in a room and draws blood for the doctor . . . I guess it’s a lab that she’s in? Anyway, the doctor had her draw 11 (eleven) vials of blood and I didn’t like it. He is sending me Monday for a test at the hospital and I don’t want to go, but probably will.
Somehow I thought retirement would be a series of fun things day after day . . . much like childhood with no regard to the day or time. It isn’t. I think doctors look at older people and think there must be something wrong with them . . . I’m actually feeling better since I quit taking my prescription medicines. They stopped them when I was in the hospital in early March and things stayed well, so I quit taking the medicines I was taking. I may need surgery, but I hope not.
I set up a new youtube account today. That was quite a feat. I am more techologically savvy than some of my peers, but it’s because I have worked after a certain age and had to be trained in using certain computer programs and I am willing to try to do whatever needs doing on a computer or some of its attachments. I have another youtube account and spent time watching my dog sing with me. She died several years ago and I still miss her very much. Her name was Magic, and she was Magic. I have her daughter, but there’s not the same connection between us. Magic and I could read each other’s minds. Once when I had the flu and was living alone with Magic and her daughter, my son called to check on me. He was six hours away. When I told him what Magic had just said, he said maybe he needed to come home, if the dog was talking to me. I told him no . . . she’d given me good advice and I was going back to bed as soon as we finished talking. It may have been the Tamiflu I was taking, but I swear, that dog’s mouth moved and she told me I needed to go back to bed because I was too sick to be up. She was right. Except for when I had the flu, she didn’t talk; I could read her mind, and she could read mine. Oh, I miss that dog.