What a Friday. At work, I had to scramble to finish deadlines before I left early for a Dr appointment I was not looking forward to.
I made the commute to my appointment only to argue with the Dr about the tests she thinks I needed.
“We need to do a CT scan.”
“I don’t want one” I said.
“You need one.”
“I doubt it will show anything. The ultrasound didn’t.”
“The CT will show greater detail. I think something is brewing.”
“Yeah, the tech said a Playboy Bunny.”
“You say brewing, but how can I get one? I’m allergic to shellfish.”
“You had one in 2012. You didn’t have problems with the contrast then. You need a CT….the last one showed you were hemorrhaging.”
I roll my eyes. I had forgotten about that. I lived through it. I’m one tough cookie.
“Hop on the table, let me examine you.” I respectively listen.
“I can’t even see in your ears, you’re so sick, clogged up. Can you even hear?” She asks me.
“Barely, or taste.”
“We need to get a CT scan and some lab work.”
“Why more lab work? I just had it done!”
“But now your sick, for two weeks.”
I must have made a face because then….then I get the ultimatum.
“You can either get a CT scan or a colonoscopy.”
We. She said the “C” word, not going to happen.
“I’ll opt for the CT scan.”
“You know the American Surgeons of Colorectal”…. she notices my disinterest and stops. “Either way, at the age of 45 it is recommended to have a colonoscopy.”
Yeah, yeah, blah, blah. “Well then, I’m good for awhile since I’m only 28!”
I hop off the table. She throws her arms in the air, rolls her eyes then says, “yeah, no problem, only 28, you have plenty of time. Get the CT, the lab work and take the medicine. Are you listening?”
“Yes, CT, labs, meds. Check!”
“You really should try a netti pot, but with sterilized water.”
“Yeah, I know” I said, “No wormys in my brain”
“Exactly” she laughs.
I leave the office, I get the labs. They will call for the CT.
On the drive home I contemplate. I pass the pharmacy. Oops. She knows I hate taking meds.
I get home, pull my clothes off and put my sweats on, pour a martini. The Dr has stressed me out. The UPS pulls up. YAAAAY MY PRESENT!!!!
I open the door, it’s our regular driver. “I have your fire place!” He says. I jump up and down and clap my hands. He brings it in the house. “You are going to be so toasty warm!” He says.
“I know! I’m SOOOOOO EXCITED!!!”
He laughs, takes the boxes off the dolly and leaves.
My husband and I just spent the last two hours putting the shell of this fireplace together. He consistently cursed the whole time. The dogs watched. I finished my martini while working on half of it. My husband lacks patience. I’d go to screw a bolt in and he’d say, “NO WAIT, that doesn’t go there.” I’d pause. “Nevermind, yes it does.” He’d curse a few more times. It’s finally complete.
I refuse to turn on the central heater. In the winter the heating bill sky rockets, it’s ridiculous. I tell everyone to layer up. Since we installed the other fireplace in the living room, the heating bill has significantly dropped. Now, this will heat our bedroom…I won’t want to get out of bed now on those icy cold mornings.
Even Pepper likes it.