Mundane Monday

I have one of the mellowest doctors in the state, maybe the country.

Today, as I always live in fear of his retirement, I brought up the topic.

“I need two year’s notice,” I said.
“Well, I’m not going to retire, if I retire I can’t live here. Besides, if something happens to me I’m having my body freeze dried and set up in the waiting room so people can come in and swear at me.”

He must have a big mortgage on his offices and home because he sure isn’t spending money on fancy machines.

He gave my arm a feel over and said it was good, I think he even liked my most recent tape job. Someone in town would have had me getting an MRI on the silly thing. He thinks if I don’t know what broken feels like by now there isn’t a machine smarter than I am as being the sole possessor of my own personal body. (A Sally Run-on Sentence.)

My silly ol blood pressure is up again. Yes, I stopped taking the smaller pill that starts with the letter H and yes, I let my gym membership go after the insurance company ditched me. Darling hubby shot me one of those ‘please don’t go having a stroke before I do,’ looks so I’ll get a refill and drag my bubble butt to the gym.

It wouldn’t be a complete story if I didn’t end with the usual complaint about the ‘little’ waiting room. My appointment was at 2:30. The drive over was pleasant. I waited in the big room just long enough to update my paperwork. It was 4PM when the mellowest doctor in the state came into the little room. But, he stayed and chatted for a long time. At 4:30 I was headed home and thinking, it is too late to go to the gym, today.

Okay, that is my Mundane Monday. Come back soon, I’ll have a new guest on Writerly Wednesday!