An Ordinary Day

Uptown Girl

Uptown Girl

“I am an ordinary person who has been blessed with extraordinary opportunities and experiences. Today is one of those experiences.” ~Sonia Sotomayor

Yesterday was appearance two of my winter medical tour.  (Tickets on Ebay.)  I had an 11:45 in the city.  Morning routine: meds, bloodcheck, quiet devotional time, coffee while chatting with my mom, and breakfast.  Made the bed, showered, dressed, & did the female public spoofing — on schedule.

Medication eval, time for mid-morning meds and (ominous hush), the interstate.  Though not taught in highschool driver’s education, I quickly learn interstate/rush hour sign language.  Carmen, my nagging garmin, always argues with me over the restructured city infrastructure.  Crankin’ out some rock n roll oldies, Carmen whines “recalculating,” in a repetitive stutter as I veer onto the short exit to an abrupt stop at the medical practice.

With pride, Rocky (my wheeled gym bag), and Frac (one of a set of hiking poles), guide me by my lonesome across the drive to the door.  (With SPS, a solo entrance is always a surprise!)  I sign in just to be told I am two hours early and cannot be worked in.  Stiff Person has taught me to be flexible.  I move the ‘after’ Wal Mart visit to the two-hour wait slot to also include a Mickey D’s desperation lunch.

Cities have everything but a Wal Mart.  Getting directions to the closest one, I travel to an unknown suburb 15 minutes away.  Hastily eating my lunch, I’m off in an SPS version of a shopper’s grab race to collect the items on my list.  Locating one of three open lanes of twenty, I check out and make it back to my appointment, listening to Carmen’s protests again.

A beaming physician comes in with my two-inch chart.  I aced all my labs.  (Still have my triple diagnoses though.)

Some interesting conversations, five-minute friends, from my day:

+ I met a woman outside of the office with a rare disorder(s).  Upbeat, we talked shop and I was actually familiar with her meds.  Fast friends.

+ Bantered with the elevator people, always do.

+ One of the building’s security personnel was downstairs and walked me to my car.  He is one of my regular ‘walk and talks.’

+ Was included in some inside employee intrigue at Wal Mart with the cashier and an employee off the clock.

Feeling thankful for my lab results, I chose to avoid the rush of the interstate with a leisurely drive through the quieter city streets, absorbing the magnificent buildings, intricate bridges, glistening water — later the antebellum homes of the historic area.  Yielding to a needed caffeine boost, it was another McDonald’s stop for an iced coffee to continue my drive and ‘high five’ day.

Another med eval and bloodcheck.  Having weathered a few rough days, I thought a gym visit might help loosen things up.  After initial objections, my body responded in unison with my mind.  To compensate for the earlier unhealthy fast food lunch, supper was a Mt. Everest gourmet salad.

Fatigued and in pain, I was feeling the physical effects of a busy day.  Filling the tub with hot water and scented soap, a music channel soothed my senses as the steaming soak relaxed my body.  The heated electric blanket on the mattress beckoned as I slid between the covers.  I went to sleep happy, at peace, and with a prayer of thanksgiving on my lips.  I cherished what many would consider “an ordinary day.”

Love Is All Around (Theme Song from The Mary Tyler Moore Show)

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