I can't Believe I Shaved My Legs for this.....

The older I get, the more of a deal it is to go to the Doctor.   Certain parts of my body get more attention as I bathe and dress for this visit.  Ah hah!  I’m talking about my ears and nose!  I know what you were thinking!  Anyway, like I said,  it is a deal.

I had an appointment yesterday.  I went about 15 minutes early.  I can almost always find someone to talk to in the waiting room. …and I did.

 “Mrs. Parker”, the receptionist called.  “What time did you think your appointment was?”  Confidently, I answered, 11:00. “No, it was at 10:00,” she replied.  “I just need to tell you, you are in for a long wait”…..we talked,  I was able to leave a detailed message for the nurse.

 So, I left without seeing the doctor.

 I cannot believe I shaved my legs for this!

I Need A Yard Man!

I walk down my tiny, garden path several times each day, dead-heading, pulling weeds, filling holes that those pesky chipmunks keep digging. As I get older, just as personal maintenance requires more effort, so does doing what I enjoy most, gardening. You would laugh if you could see (I’ll show you later) how little of a lawn and garden I’m talking about. The thing is, I need a yard man who will dig where I tell him to dig, plant what I want planted, and clean up after himself. He cannot ask me why I want to put another shrub in that place. He cannot pressure-wash my concrete pieces and clay pots that I have patiently grown green moss on. He must get excited when something blooms and ooh and ahhh. He absolutely cannot prune anything! What do you think? Is he out there?

Big pot is waiting on “yard man” to plant little gem magnolia

Patio and path always a work in progress.  
2 more urns “waiting for the yard man.” 






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A Flexible Sigmoidoscopy

DO WHAT?

A FLEXIBLE SIGMOIDOSCOPY!

THE LATEST “EVENT” IN MY
EXCITING JOURNEY OF AGING. (MAYBE NOT TOO GRACEFULLY)

I DO NOT WANT TO DO THIS! However, because I trust my doctor and he says this is important, I will. My instruction sheet reads, “no sedation required due to examining only the last portion of the colon. The doctor will advance the scope only as the patient tolerates it.” Is this supposed to be comforting? As I read on, THE DAY BEFORE YOUR TEST:Take one bottle of Citrate of Magnesium at 1:00 p.m.
You may take it later but you may be kept awake at night”! FROM WHAT?
First of all, what in the world is Citrate of Magnesium? Soon after I consumed the bottle, it became all too clear what it was and why I should take it at 1:00 p.m.! THE DAY OF YOUR PROCEDURE; “take 2 fleet enemas before leaving for the doctors office. Oh, lord, I don’t like the sound of this! I hated going to the drug store for these items. I didn’t dare go to my regular pharmacy. I went to one of those big chain stores and hoped no one saw me. I had already decided I would explain that I was shopping for my husband, who was much older than me. I also made sure the items had a price on them because I couldn’t bear a “price check” on the PA system. My appointment was for 2:00 p.m. and since I had not eaten since lunch the day before, I thought I would be famished…. but who could think of food! Stress levels were “high”. How do I communicate my"tolerance level”? First, I had to weigh and that is stressful in itself. Why do they need to know how much I weigh? I’m sure there is a good reason. Then the nurse handed me what was much like a very small paper tablecloth and preceded to give me this list of instructions: “If you need to go to the bathroom, do that, then go in here, undress, leave your clothes there, wrap up with the “tablecloth”, lie on the examining table on your left side”. O. K., let’s get this over with.
A very kind and gentle doctor made the actual procedure the easiest part of the “ordeal”. And by the way, I had no problem communicating my “tolerance level”! Like the experience of giving birth, I’m sure I will forget this by the time I need the test again.

Published originally on bcpmylife.

Maintenance

 Maintenance.…..hmmmmm, “continuing repair work”. The art of maintaining…..

Wow! No one told me it would be this hard!  I am forever looking for easier, simple, makeup tricks. How do I keep foundation on my face while sweating like I am running a marathon? How do I apply mascara and eye-liner with my glasses on? Where do I not put concealer?
As we age, I think all of us, still want to look nice without all the trendy products that we see in the national magazines. I have come to the conclusion that the secret is to find a few great make-up artists/companies, (Bobbie Brown is my favorite) use them, then, let it be!  Learn to be comfortable in your own “skin”. Be happy. It will show.
I have learned that I must keep my hair short. To do otherwise adds years in weeks!
I have also realized that I can look in the mirror easier if I color my gray.

I feel really good in beige and black clothes. Notice I said I feel really good, not look really good. I have to really talk to myself to wear bright colors although I enjoy red and purple.

Jewelry is hard. Something classic and silver is usually good. Mostly earrings, never a bracelet. I also love antique brooches and old rhinestone earrings.

My preference in purses goes in cycles. It must always be a shoulder bag and I am attracted to expensive leather! For years I carried a very organized, small handbag.
I have never been one to change purses to match the clothes. I usually change with the seasons. For the past couple of years I have migrated toward larger, hobo type bags which is like looking in a deep, dark hole to find my keys. My cell phone always stops ringing before I find it! Oh well…….
Socks…..I love them. Loud, gaudy ones. My sister(who thinks everything must “match”) almost faints sometime when I cross my legs and my socks reveal themselves.

Shoes……I used to love them. I still love them on other people. There is nothing as good looking as high heels. I bought my last pair about 4 years ago. I saw them at T.J. Max and bought them without blinking an eye! They are snakeskin, 3 ½ inch
good looking shoes. I call them my “sex in the city” shoes. I haven’t dared wear them in at least two years. Just can’t do that anymore.

“It is what it is” and I’m gradually becoming "content in my own skin".


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