Monday, Monday

Ah Monday, inescapable Monday. No matter what it rolls around every week. 

When I was working I would get to work early on Mondays to get everything done I possibly could before the clinic opened because I always anticipated a flood of calls. I always thought my reasoning was solid: Everyone knows they will become ill over the weekend then call their doctor on Monday morning needing to be seen, needing an excuse to not go to work that day or they ran out of their prescription Saturday night. 

Usually these onslaughts did not appear, but sometimes we were overwhelmed. 

Today I was on the 3rd day of a headache so I called my neurologist office. His nurse called me back needing the records from my visit to a neuro-opthamologist I had seen back in September. She claimed I would have to make the call myself because she could not make the request. I have a letter stating the records had already been sent but - who am I? Only the patient, what do I know? 

I called the neuro-opthamologist office and was transferred to their records department where I was then told that only my referring doctor (that would be my neurologist) could get the record. So I called the neuro office again and left a voice mail. Will I get an answer? Probably not, but at least I tried. I suppose I will continue to pack my head in microwaved rice bags until it explodes or the headache wears off. 

But then again, the headache might only be another symptom of "Mondayitis".   

Here it is, almost the end of November and I have totally neglected my blog. 

(Look Bill!! I am updating my blog!)

It has been a busy year; my Sissy moved from Arkansas to Arizona, our oldest son came home, we have taken in a new cat and I am still recovering from the broken ankles and foot from fainting on the stairs. 

Sissy's move wasn't traumatizing, she took her dog and a few clothes and will finish with her house/put it on the market later. Now both of my sisters are out West in the near-constant sunshine. I am not a sun worshiper so I can go visit them once or twice a year. Our dad is still in Arkansas so it isn't too bad for me to make a trip to check on him if the need arises. 

So since Sissy and I were traveling by car to Arizona we stopped when we wanted and looked at the sights. Our 3 day trip quickly turned in to a 5 day trip, leaving our family asking "will they EVER get to Arizona?" But even after we got there we had to spend one more night on the road and spend the night at the "Wigwam Motel" in Holbrook, AZ.

 Sis said the Wigwam Motel was on her "Bucket List". We had a nice time there - unlike Oprah we thought the sheets were fine. 

I had a great time and on the way back home a wonderful thing happened. When I boarded the airplane my seat belt fit me! Yes, I did not need an extension this time and there was even a little left over to "tighten"! YAAY!!! Hey, that might not mean much to some of you, but to me that was a great thing! 

I have lost 25 pounds and I an working on maintaining that loss for a while then will make another try at losing the next increment. Somehow, I'm afraid of losing a lot and putting it right back on.

Weight - at the beginning of our lives we struggle to put it on, at the end we struggle to get rid of it.