Doctor My Eyes Have Seen The Years

I had my duplex doppler ultrasound on my legs this past Monday. I thought they were going to just look at my ankles and didn't expect to have the ultrasound wand stuck in my groin on both sides. Of course I always have to get the good looking hunk of a technician. He was very nice though but when he grabbed my knee and squeezed really hard while the wand was on my thigh, I came flying off the table. I scared the shit out of him and myself! He should have warned me that he was going to do that and of course having Fibro he hit one of the trigger points and caused me some major pain. Of course after jumping up off the table I pulled my lower back so I had to stop and take a valium and a morphine so he could finish. He didn't tell me the results "officially" but said that there must be some other reason for my ankles swelling other than a blood clot. I haven't heard from my surgeon's office and will call tomorrow to see if they have submitted everything to my insurance.

I finally broke down and made an appointment to have my hair done. Tonight I look like a fat Donna Summer or even Bon Jovi from the 80's. My cats are avoiding me like the plague. At least I know from experience, the top curls will be relaxed within a week. I keep hearing that the 80's hair styles are coming back so I may be ahead of the game. Now if I could only wear those cool wedge shoes again!

My Mom met with her Oncologist and Radiologist today and will start radiation therapy on Monday. She will have to go 5 days a week for 5 weeks. Her CA125 has gone up 10 points since her last Chemo treatment. I hope the radiation will get rid of this stubborn tumor and give her some time before another one rears its ugly head. I will see her Memorial weekend for my oldest brother's second wedding. She said she will be there if she has to crawl to the car. I sure wish I had some of her "tough old bird" genes in me. She has been out buying flowers to plant in her garden this week and pulling up over 75 tulip and daffodil bulbs she planted last winter.

My daughter made the mistake of reading some womans blog about her breast reduction surgery. I guess the woman was unhappy about EVERYTHING and freaked Savannah out. At least she isn't afraid of not waking up now. Between finding out she was going to have a tube down her throat and a catheter, she has other things to obsess about. She has lost the 20 pounds the surgeon requested but hasn't decided what size she wants.

Driving back home from Fresno today it was 94 degrees and it was only 1:30. We have gone from Winter to Summer in less than two weeks. At least it isn't humid but I am so glad this will be my last fat summer. Now if I could just talk Alan into putting in a swimming pool!