I had an appointment at the doctor today, just for a normal exam and a follow-up on my high blood pressure. (Who knew I would be the type of person to have high blood pressure, right?)
I was not very excited about this appointment due to the blood pressure thing and the getting weighed thing and the probably waiting on the doctor thing.
I had no idea.
I got there at 10:50 for an 11:00 appointment and checked in. It did not get past me that there were six women already seated in the waiting room, and they had ALL checked off my doctor’s name on the sign-in sheet. I sighed, found a seat, and mentally congratulated myself for remembering to bring my tablet, which has Amazon Kindle on it.
I checked in with my Facebook friends, asking them for meditative thoughts because I don’t typically handle waiting for late doctors very well, and since I was getting my blood pressure checked for more reasons than just record-keeping I was doing my best to smile (mentally of course: really smiling in that situation would have probably looked odd) and breathe while I waited.
I opened up my tablet and read for a while as the other ladies were called back. Finally, it was my turn.
It was 11:30.
Surprisingly, my blood pressure was not in the “high” category this time (thanks, medicine!); it sat comfortably in the “pre-hypertension” category, which is a huge improvement over the past two years.
The scale? That’s never good news, is it? We won’t talk about that.
I was taken into the exam room and given the gown, and I put it on when the nurse left. I grabbed my tablet and sat on the table.
FOR FORTY-FIVE MINUTES.
And darn it all, that forty-five minutes of peace and quiet, just reading, along with my doctor being super nice when she walked in just took the edge right off of the anger I felt towards the fact that this appointment was headed towards an epic length.
My exam went fine: I talked to my doctor about all of the things I worry about as a result of getting older, and she made me feel better, just like always. It might have something to do with the fact that we’ve had the same conversation for three years running.
Leaving the office, I grabbed the order for blood work from the receptionist and walked down the hall to the lab so I could get that out of the way immediately. While waiting to be called, I looked over the piece of paper in my hand and was totally shocked to find that *perhaps* the information wasn’t completely accurate.
My chin on the floor, I stared hard for a few minutes at this:
Guess what? You are cordially invited to finish this post! Start with:
“And then I…”
Ready? GO.
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Best. Best best best.
Thought you’d like that. Sometimes when you’re not sure what to write about on the lil’ blog, the universe just HANDS IT OVER. 😉
1913???!!!! 99???!!!!! Melisa??? Helllooooo??? *begins CPR stat*
SERIOUSLY.
Oh hey, I didn’t know it was your birthday today! Happy 99th!
That’s another funny thing: my birthday is in November! (They weren’t even close with the month/day) haha
Eh? Did you say something? Can’t hear ya! 🙂
Damn, girl! You look GOOD for your age!!
Thank you very much. 🙂
Haha I was going to say that!
LAUGHED!
On my last visit to the dermatologist I had questions about so many changes and observations about my skin and her reply was pretty uniformly, “That’s a sign of maturity.”
Because who wants to hear they are OLD.
I think you are destined to live until you are 99.
Gosh, I hope so. As long as I’m healthy that is. Gotta continue working on the blood pressure! 🙂
P.S. I hate being told that such-and-such is a sign of maturity.
Happy 99th birthday! You’re worried about a little high blood pressure at your age? Psh, once you make it to 99 I’m pretty sure you have carte blanche to do whatever the heck you want. Hee hee!
Yes, but that’s not for many MANY years…well, I sort of do whatever the heck I want anyway. haha!
…told the phlebotomist: “I look really good for my age.”
LOL!
I understand about the long wait. My doctor always makes me wait forever. But she’s a damn good doctor, so I put up with it because I just know it’s her style.
Yes! Great ending! ha!
And I’m the same way. I like this doctor so much. Still annoying though…
Sooooooooo….they make you wait for so long you literally AGED while you were there. Dang. That WAS a long wait at your doctor’s!!
I never thought of it that way but it DID sort of feel like I was there for 56 years!! 🙂
Woot woot for the lower blood pressure, go you!!!!! And I hope I look as amazing as you if I make it to 99 😉
haha, thanks. I hope *I* look as “amazing” as me when I’m 99! 😉
Well if your pressure was not high before, they sure brought it up with out saying anything. Your family on both sides had and has high blood presure problems.
Oh and should I say Happy Birthday but if you are 99 what does that make ME?
Love Grandma W
The important thing is, I’m not 99. 🙂
Damn, you look great for your age.
Hey, just a thought….are you sure you actually have high blood pressure…might be someone else…
Good point. I’ll ask my doctor. 🙂
I can’t even begin to touch on this. But I’m still glad that you like Duran Duran like me. 🙂
THAT was an excellent decision. haha (and I’m glad too)
One time I was waiting 4 hours after they took me back. I was ticked off!! This was pre-tablet and smart phone days. I am glad your BP is looking better!
And then I knew it was too late to buy life insurance. LOL!!!
…Told the woman with the needles I COULDN’T squeeze the ball any harder and they’d just have to poke around until they found a vein. I’m 99! I probably don’t even have any blood left!
And then I …… jumped up and did the happy dance because if all I was worried about at 99 was a little high blood pressure, I was doing just fine!
Bwhahaha! Kind of funny, but I am sure you had had it by then 🙂
Maybe it was the Dr’s way of helping you see the humor in everything?
And then I…partied like it was 1999…still had my own teeth, then!
“…started using words like whippersnapper and new-fangled and shenanigans!”
So are we having a big “100” year birthday party next year? 🙂
LOL! Too funny 🙂
I hope I’m still as active as you when I’m your age. You look fabulous too by the way.
That is PRICEless. It’s even better than the hearing aid things and AARP stuff my husband has been getting for years. *giggle* *giggle* *snort*
So did you have a heart attack because your blood pressure skyrocketed at that point?
hahahaha! Oh, goodness. That totally didn’t do anything great for the blood pressure, huh?
99? Ah that’s nothin, talk to me when you turn 100!!! lol
btw, maybe you should have tried smiling randomly in the waiting room. If you were lucky, it may have scared a few of the ladies off and bumped you up on the list. Food for thought for the next visit!
DANG I hope I look that good at 99. Heck, I hope I look that good at any age!