First Scraping
I have a $5,000 deductible on my health insurance. This is for Individual coverage, mind you. If I had Family coverage, it would be $10,000. When I last saw my endocrinologist we discussed me getting a series of shots and then a blood test that will give me a true reading as to the possibility of the thyroid cancer growing again. This can't be done by only drawing blood and then running tests because my thyroid medication is dosed to keep me at a certain level of whatever that inhibits cancer cell growth. (I'm sure you don't want a science lesson here so I'm keeping it simple.) The shots are very expensive....somewhere to the tune of $2,000. When my doc found out what my deductible was, he offered another suggestion. Since I had the neck dissection one year ago, we could bypass the shots/blood test and just do the neck ultrasound this September. He said I should make the ultrasound appointment in the morning and then an office appointment with him same day in the afternoon. I thought that was a good idea and agreed to it.
Now that it has been a month and a half since I made that decision, I realize it isn't going to work for me. It was these annual shots/testing results that made me want to change docs in the first place. (See earlier posts.)
Second Scraping
It's Spring and I am back to mowing and planting. I love all of it. I feel so much satisfaction after having mowed a row, turning around and seeing the difference in the height of the grass. I could compare it to the immediate results one experiences when ironing clothes, but I hate ironing. Actually, I hate everything about ironing except for the hiss a steam iron makes when setting it back upright. That's kind of cool.
I love all of the different flowers, except for orange marigolds. I look at them and feel pissed off. Weird, right? They are innocent and I am holding back from snapping off their heads. Other than my issues with marigolds, I find the differences in flower's leaf construction, bloom, colors, textures, and smells intriguing. My blood pressure lowers and I just want to sit and stare. I could sit on the forest floor for hours taking in the different sounds the trees, animals, and bugs make. I love the patterns of light made by the sun's rays shining through the canopy overhead. Where the sun breaks through those spots are warm and toasty.
Third Scraping
I don't like sweating. Because of my medication, I sweat more easily and it is gross. I won't even try to pretend this is not gross by calling it perspiration. If I just sweated from my armpits, I would be almost OK with that but my head is the sweatiest part of my body. Sweat runs through my hair down my neck and behind my ears. It interferes with my vision as it falls from my eyebrows. It makes my eyeglasses slip down my nose. For those of you familiar with West Side Story, sing along with me.....I feel pretty. Oh so pretty....
