Still Alive
Yesterday went well. It went so fast, that I was able to drive home yesterday afternoon. All my test results were good. They cover everything in my annual physical: Ultrasound of my kidneys, bladder, and ureters (KUB), chest x-ray, occupational therapist (scored a new raised toilet seat), physical therapist, social worker (she helped me create an advance directive for health matters like if I’m in a vegetative state pull the plug), blood work (my cholesterol and triglycerides look good), urine (got some evidence of a urinary tract infection – duh. I’ve got a neurogenic bladder), a psychologist (she called me Mr. Miracle. She’d never seen anyone with two traumatic brain episodes – subdural hematoma and a stroke – in a relatively short time frame who showed no symptoms like slurred speech or drooping and sagging – The same thing happened with my neurologist the first time she say me. When she first saw me she was stunned. She said that after reading my chart, she was expecting sumpin’ different when she walked into the room. Cindy and I got a got a kick out of that.), and an overall review with a doctor. I was out the door by 3:30, so I didn’t have to spend the night like I did last year.
They schedule these things a year in advance. My next one is early February so the weather should be different. This year, it was in the high 70’s when I got to Augusta on Tuesday. It was in the high 70’s when I left Augusta yesterday, but the temperature plummeted and by the time I got home around 6:00 PM, it was already in the 50’s. Last night, the wind howled most of the night. I know, because I had trouble sleeping. Had one of my spells where it felt like someone was driving a nail in my left foot between my big toe and the one next to it.
Sometimes it’s really fun being a crip. It sure ain’t for sissies.




