Not Me

Wasn't gonna do it . No sir ree...is that even a word? No way , no how. But, there I was back at Jimmy Pattison Pavilion having an x-ray done. Seems my frozen shoulder ,which still keeps giving me trouble is not a frozen shoulder at all, but has stumped the new specialist. It's not the x-rays that were the problem It's not even stumping a new doctor, did the same thing to the new Chiropractor that I'm seeing. Or the physio therapist that's still working on my ankle. If you are counting that's three different doctors on one body at once, but who's counting? Feeling pretty fortunate that so many doctors are in line to help me. No , no its not those things. It's the pit in my stomach that opens up my memories. Every older gentlemen that sits in the waiting room is being scrutinised by me. Yup , I stalk them. What is there daughter like? He has my dads smile. And my heart does a leap and I plunge into conversations about why they are getting tests done. And I so want to hug them and tell them how lucky they are to be alive. Crazy huh! And sometimes in a weird way maybe its not so bad getting all these tests done. It gets me  chance to rub shoulders with older people. The people in there last stages of life who take time to smile back in a full waiting room and do not hide behind a cell phone. Such a time as this can sometimes be very lonely.
Thankful for:
1. Memories
2. My husband who takes care of me
3. Doctors who want to help, despite my unbelief
4. I really rocked the blue hospital gown at the x-ray clinic
5. A day to celebrate new love, congrats Mattias and Stacey-happy engagement
6. Fresh sheets and a clean house
7. Partying with friends