Hey there! Saturday morning my DH dropped me off so I could spend the next few hours testing. Preparation for this exam was limited to taking several Xanax tablets (prescribed specifically for this one-time use) and dressing in comfortable clothing. Obviously this wasn’t a written exam, but rather a medical test; an MRI to be exact. I’d not had one in approximately four years, mostly because I’m claustrophobic. Although the hefty co-pay also played a role in my hesitancy. Anyway, as I staggered into the room in a drugged stupor I was delighted to see a large, flat, open-sided machine, rather than the enclosed capsule I remembered from the past. Heck, this was going to be a piece of cake! Or not. That darned cold had me coughing and hacking through the entire procedure. And once you move then the series is shot to heck and imaging from the starting point has to begin again. The technician was very patient and kind, in spite of not being able to get a clear or accurate picture. Finally we both agreed to call it quits. The afore-mentioned medication left me pretty useless for the entire day too. After returning home I laid down for a little rest and didn’t wake up again until 5:00 pm. I’m a cheap drunk too.
It’s so hard to get specialized tests and appointments at our HMO that I’m pretty bummed about the wasted visit. I was hoping to get some answers regarding what was wrong. That sounds bad. I didn’t want there to be something wrong, but rather I was hoping to discover why my body’s acting more wonky than usual. The only thing worse than having something not work properly is not knowing what’s not working properly. Worse yet is when the doctors think you’re crazy and that it’s all in your head.
To make up for the lost day the girls and I decided to have a tea party. There wasn’t an occasion, other than we wanted to liven up the weekend. We’re not sports fans and had no desire to watch the Superbowl game.
Unfortunately, the lack-o-sports, dainty cakes and delicate tea cups didn’t inspire my girls to act like little ladies.
Insert jokes about “Sea Food” here.
As the caffeine and sugar consumption increased, so did the silliness. Stating, “Pardon me, I’ve got the vapors!” in your finest southern drawl, while fanning yourself, means that tea time is over.
Following refreshments the girls entertained themselves by decorating flower pots. Everyone is itching for spring to arrive.
Finally, I finished knitting the Biology 101 Frog. This was such a fun and satisfying pattern to knit! My eldest is giving it to her 7th Grade Biology teacher tomorrow.
Felting the guts and adding the eyes went way too fast. I want to make another… although recipients may be scarce. Most people prefer practical gifts.
I hope you all enjoyed a relaxing weekend!