With another physical therapy appointment tomorrow morning I was reading the article on Soy Sauce Flavored Icecream with glee. Betray the trust of Gimpy Mumpy? Mwahaha.
I can think of a certain physical therapist who may be getting a 'gift' of this icecream flavor.
Today I went to my physical therapy appointment at the hospital feeling very positive. The sun was finally out after weeks of rain and flooding and for the first time ever I was able to coordinate my medical appointments so that I was seeing my primary care doctor immediately after PT. No long wait between appointments. Amazing! It must be a good sign, or so I thought.
I was of course forgetting about Mumpy's Law: anything that can go wrong will go wrong. My physical therapy appointment seemed to go fine until the end when my therapist realized I was going to see my primary care doc today (he thought I was going Thursday) and seemed a little peeved since he said he had wanted to ring up my doctor before I went. I didn't really think anything of this except feeling a bit put out that every time I tell him over and over again when I am seeing other docs he always forgets and acts like it was somehow my fault. I went directly across the road to my doctor appointment where things became interesting. I'm laughing with the nurse when the doc comes in to talk to me. She seemed very serious, but hey when was the last time you saw a doc smile? "Your physical therapist just called me. Did you know he was calling me? He said that he had consulted with another doc over at the hospital and felt you needed counseling, but sounded as though he had never brought this up with you. No, never did? Just as I thought. I know your feelings about counseling. This is very irregular I recommend you confront him about this at your next appointment. I will wait to hear from you as to how you wish to proceed."
Well, that's more or less what she said. What I was hearing though was, "Your physical therapist is a no good dirty stinking liar and a fraud. He just went behind your back AND broke patient confidentiality. Time to shop around for someone else I can trust who will just do the same thing or worse in a couple of weeks or months." I am very, very angry about this and can't help but wonder if this is all because I asked him for an effing icepack last week. Friday's appointment cannot come soon enough.
With all of the current local flooding I could not help but notice that the closest thing I had to a raft or PFD is an inflatable ring cushion known around GimpyMumpy.com as my "ass donut". Hmmmm......
The amazing Goldfish is at it again with some incredible art and craftwork. Her recent post The Green Man Project reminded me of a Fimo charm that a friend of my mom's made for me prior to dental surgery some years ago.
My Fimo Goddess of Pain was clearly fashioned after an ancient fertility goddess and I was told to hold this little charm when I went for my surgery and she would help to take my pain away. I am not a true believer in such things but when it comes to pain I'll try just about anything and so I held my Fimo Goddess in the palm of my hand while my mom drove me to my appointment.
Things were going well until we went over a bump. "Oh my God mom! Her booby just flew off" I half cringed, half giggled. It wasn't long until the next one fell off leaving me with a somewhat broken charm. "Oh this thing is giving me the creeps. It's not working, it's only giving me a very bad feeling about this appointment," I said and then burst out laughing. When I went inside the clinic I checked in and filled out the paperwork. When the nurse came to get me I made one last prayer to my Fimo Goddess of Pain and went to hand it to my mom but at that moment something disastrous happened. Her head popped off.
"What does it mean?" I thought as they lead me away. Perhaps she was trying to tell me something of the future. I suppose I should have listened.
Have just finished reading a brilliantly funny new post over at CancerGiggles and decided that my readers may enjoy the story I shared about my recent "I've got a bad feeling about this" experience.
I was determined that I would take up gardening (not pushing up daisies, but real live gardening!). Starting the seedlings was difficult but done inside my cozy home (and with lots to hang onto and fall asleep on).
Well, the other day I went outside to put these little guys in the ground. Have you ever noticed how FAR AWAY the ground is? Well the sky turned dark and the wind picked up (bad feelings abounded) but I was determined (or just over medicated?). Shortly after I found myself face down in the dirt with rain drops falling on my back. I suppose it could have been worse, I could have fallen face first onto the cow poo I used as fertilizer.....Oh wait, scratch that....I WAS on the cow poo.
Hmmmm....I think it's time for me to go wash a bit with soap and gargle a bit with something that has a high alcohol content.
