In the last 10 days I have begun physical therapy for my neck (so far so good), been to the dentist, (no cavities) had my under-the-hood female check, (all good), got the boobs smashed while gazing at a beautifully cross-stitched picture that said in glorious script "We compress because we care", (all clear), my bones tested for density, (results still pending) and, finally, had a colonoscopy (clean and shiney). When scheduling all this maintenance I considered spacing things out a bit, but hey, why not kill all birds with as few stones as possible, right? Aside from my intestines still sounding like an impending storm, the repercussions of all of the above haven't been too terrible. I won't be lining up to have the colonoscopy again real soon, but the test itself wasn't any big deal. Once they got the IV in (after 3 tries while the dialogue went something like, Me: there is a good vein here in my right arm. Nurse: Nah, we can get it in your hand. Me: My hands have crappy veins. Nurse: Nah, not to worry, I've got this. Me: you've got one more shot and then we need for find another tech. Nurse: Well look there! You've got a great vein here in your right arm!) and got the dose adjusted I went away to sleepville and don't remember a thing. The prep...now I'm not likely to forget that for a good long time. Lord have mercy that stuff you have to drink is beyond vile.
I had been putting all these tests off for a pretty long time. I've put myself on the two year plan for paps and mams. This does not thrill my ob-gyn, but I've never had a bad result, nor do I have any family history of problems in these areas. The colonoscopy was supposed to happen when I turned fifty, and considering that I'll be 54 in 3 months, I dragged that thing behind me for a long time. In fact, I considered not doing it at all. Then one day I was meditating on the names and faces of my loved ones, especially the Marvelous Miss C. The old adage "better safe than sorry" popped into my head and I made the appointments.
Now that they are all completed it is a relief to know that I have no ticking time bombs inside me....at least not ones that can be easily located. After seeing my mother's final years, I have no desire whatsoever to live an over long life. I would like to see as many of my grand-babies as possible create happy lives for themselves and maybe get the chance to hold one or two of their babies. If a few preventative measures will make that happen, so be it.
Between all the kitchen mess, a terrible allergy season, and me feeling unwell, Samten has been beside himself with worry.
There can't be enough positive things said about the love of a good dog. ♥