A Milestone - okay, a mile marker?

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Well, well... today was that annual "fun checkup at the Gyn" day. The doc, who by the way, loves to hear about what I do in the SCA, said, "well, you only have to do this once a year, right?" To which I had to reply, "for me it is!" He paused, grinned, and then acknowledged the hit. He kept chuckling for the rest of the visit. Said it wasn't bad at all. I told him if he really felt that way, I'd send all the fat women I know to him and we'd see how bad it could get! So anyway, clean bill of health (barring surprises from test results) and I am officially no longer in the breeding pool. Woo hoo! One less pill to take... I added one for hyper-tension, but that's temporary. Assuming that I get off my lazy butt and actually go to the gym to do more than look at the pretty equipment. They wouldn't let me play with most of it until I got a note from my doctor. Now I have a permission slip (felt like grade school!) and I can go turn it in tomorrow. I doubt that I'll be doing much more than huffing and puffing on the bicycle but I might be able to talk them into walking me through some upper body stuff. I have to wait on some things until my feet are healed. Which will go much faster now that I've talked to my doc rather than someone else's. This whole time I've been suffering the sore-feet syndrome (that's my name for it. Medically, it's Plantar Fascia) I've been kicking my shoes off as soon as I could because it hurt so much to wear them. It was exactly the wrong thing to do - he tells me I should be wearing heavy-duty supportive padded soles until the pain is gone. Opps. You have no idea how weird it feel to be running around the house in shoes. Everything's shorter than it was! The dryer is so much deeper than it was! It must be part of his evil plan to get me to stre-t-c-h more too.

   I almost giggled when the doc agreed that I had high blood pressure - after spending my time being trapped in the waiting room listening to our President natter on about how important the Patriot Act was for 'protecting our liberty', it's no wonder my blood pressure (and pulse, too) was high. I have to keep reminding myself that he has as much right to his condenscending used-car sales tactics as any other American has - it's what I enlisted to help protect. But King George sure does get my back up. I LOVE Todric's signature line about him and copied it to my own email options:

 "Regardless of current policies of the US Government, I do not support pre-emptive war, out-country incarceration, torture in any form, tax-breaks to the wealthy, "smash and grab" economics, spying on American Citizens, oil production in National Wildlife Preserves, and just about any other damned-fool notion these incompetent morons have pulled out of their asses in the last few years and tried to foist-off on the World as making sense."

 

Horray. I couldn't have said it better. I'm keeping myself from using it while sending messages as an officer of the SCA, but boy, it's hard...

 

So anyway. Tomorrow I get to go shopping, to the gym, "Teacher, I brought my permission slip today" and then go hang out with friends in the SCA for an evening of chatting, garb, and desserts... the one time each year that we skip the monthly business meeting and substitute a party instead. I haven't decided what I'm bringing yet. Arni doesn't get a vote - he'll be at work while I'll be at the commissary waiting for the inspiration fairies to sprinkle me with ideas.