Sunday, October 10, 2021

Three Trips To Town

 


Friday morning early, I took off - for the third time in as many days - to our veterinary hospital, which is located at the other end of town, around 20 plus miles away. There had been so much confusion about Samson's medicine, but finally it had been straightened out. 


I'm not good at waiting unless I know why, at least. So I left the vet hospital the first day I was there, after waiting for a long time. And then I left the next day too. Thursday, after I got home from there, I got a call from the pharmacist, who told me that she had just returned to work that day after being out with Covid-19 for some time.  She said her husband is really ill with it.

She and I have become friendly, her mom is from Sweden, so we have something in common. She apologized, but once I understood the reason for all the confusion, I was no longer upset.


Driving my new car and trying to improve my mileage and my driving skills is so much fun that I really didn't mind the driving. Sorry I keep talking about my car of all things, but I'm just so happy with it. 


With the help of the Mayo Clinic web page, I learned something I didn't know about neuropathy that helped explain the sudden onset, if that's what is wrong with my leg. I will talk to my diabetes team about this after I'm done with the pulmonary tests that are coming up. One thing at a time is about all I can cope with.


I enjoyed many sightings of the migrating turkey buzzards as I drove to town. It was so much fun and I was really excited. They stop and spend the night in the tall trees in town and circle around in the mornings, looking for breakfast. 


Many, many trucks come through on the highway that goes through the pass. About 40,000 a week, I once read. Sounds impossible, but there you are. Here's one of them, coming from Love's where the driver may have spent the night. 


On my way to the vet, I pass by the Pioneer True Value hardware store, the one place in town where I like to have duplicate keys made. I needed to have some made so friends could reach me in case I fell or something happened to me. It was a good thing that I had to go by there three times, because the first time I went in, I only had a copy made of my front door key. Completely forgetting that, in order to get to me, a person also needs to be able to unlock my gate. Old age, you really need to keep your sense of humor. 














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