I’ve heard of drive-ins, but..

  
It’s Sunday morning and what are we doing? We’re in line,as you can see by the picture.Where? We are at a car dealership some thirteen miles from the house.

Yes, It’s 7:35am on a Sunday morning and we are in line at a car dealership waiting for a flu shot.

When we were in the city, our local community hospital gave out flu shots, and you called up, made an appointment, came in, got your flu shot.

Down here, they have a drive-thru flu clinic,which is sponsored by the country’s department of health. They run it from 8am thru 1pm. Evidently, it’s so popular that you have to show up early to get on through.This way you have some Sunday left to do something with.

Clever,eh?

Ah-choo…

We went and got flu shots this morning at our local hospital.

As usual, we turned it into a daily affair:, me, Jim, my brother and my nephew Greg.Pretty sad that is the guaranteed way we have of seeing each other in October.We have been doing this for a long while back. Jim never wanted to go for a flu shot, but for the first two years we were married, he ended up in the emergency room for the fu, so he resolves to give me a hard time every year but ends up going begrudgingly.

It is funny that I have already researched flu shots here in Undisclosed. Down here there is a drive thru flu clinic for the community. I am already anticipating giggling while I ask them if I can have fries with my shot.

If you are eligible for a flu shot, get it.It might make your fall and winter a heck of a lot nicer.

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Wearing purple….channeling future black and blue marks

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For some reason I put a purple shirt on today.

Oh yeah…then I remembered, I am going for my orthopaedic visit this morning and can envision the needle that will be in my future: I admit it’s not something I am looking forward to. I had gone for the x-ray last night to find out the good news that my hip is not broken.**big shocker there-NOT** However, the radiologist read the film and pronounced bony deterioration.

Translated? I missed the bullet with this fall, but have got to quit falling, NOW.

This just reaffirms the statement I made in a prior post.

“Old age is not for sissies.”

**sigh**

X-Men, er, ray…

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The inevitable day has happened: I have to go for the hip X-Ray.

**Sigh**

I wanted to try to take it on Friday but wasn’t well enough. I was going go try this morning.I figured I didn’t need to take the chance on being late.This afternoon, I am going to kiss my afternoon goodbye after work and go get it done. My local hospital is called ” Memorial Hospital”. I joke that they call it memorial for a reason. It goes without saying that the quality of care lacks big time.

Tomorrow is the appointment and hopefully some relief.

**fingers crossed**

Blue skies for some

Today was the dermatologist visit.

Never mind the fact that they kept me waiting forty-five minutes,knowing that my nerves were shot from worrying about the result.Then, as I sit in the examining room,I hear the resident and the nursing assistant and the doctor conversing about my biopsy results. Two seemed to concur that they couldn’t be found-oh, what a comforting feeling..NOT.The resident was then told by the dermatologist that my biopsy results were sent to a neighboring university hospital that rhymes with Men.It seems that if you are a HMO patient, that’s where your samples are allegedly sent.Uh, ok.sure…

The stitches came out and then the resident brought the dermatologist in.Well, I figured I’d ask the million dollar question: what were my biopsy results.The dermatologist? ” Cancer all gone.”

What am I? TWO?

Suffice it to say I will not be taking him at his word but will be writing to request a copy of the biopsy results be sent to yours truly.Once I can read it, only THEN I’ll believe it.

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It’s groundhog, er, flushot day…..

It happens every year.

I’ve made Shingleman go for flu shots with me since he ended up in emergency for the first two years we were married with the flu….

Our local hospital has a free flu shot program every year and we go: with my cancer history and compromised immune system I must have one, and Jim, because he just has to go because I am not paying a copay to the emergency room when he gets it.

It’s a little on the bittersweet for me this year, since, hopefully, next year, we
will be in a different hospital area…one door closes, another one opens…