I went to the doctor on Monday. Not because I'm really sick or anything. I just finally found one to take me, so went in for an initial checkup and to schedule a physical down the road. Ironically, I did come down with my second cold in as many months last Friday and am still fighting the clog. But I had made the appointment several weeks ago, so I went anyway, even though I was taking a risk that my new doctor would think I had actually come in for a cold. Who goes to the doctor with a cold? What do I look like, a total weenie? Anyway, so what did I learn? (Channel you inner Michael Jackson now....) I learned I'm fat, I'm fat, I'm really really fat, you know I'm fat, I'm fat, you know it.....
Ah but my blood pressure is a screemin' amazin' 110 over 70. Alrighty then. I'll take that any day. I'm going for a blood test, maybe tomorrow morning, to check my thyroid and a few other things. Seems that's something women of a certain age should have done every once in awhile.
Today was a bit scary at the winery. A mother, father and two daughters were tasting. The youngest daughter, a teenager of about 18 or so, was not old enough. So she stood behind her parents just to listen while they imbibed. At one point, she told her mother she wanted to go lie down in the car. Mom gave her the keys. The girl turned and the next thing we heard was a loud crash and thud. The girl was down! She had fainted or had a seizure and had taken out the card rack near the doorway on her way to the floor. She was quite dazed for awhile after she came to. Her parents insisted there was no need to call 911. Her older sister was a first year medical student who admitted she knew just enough to be dangerous. It scared the bejeebers outa me! We brought her water, cool towels for her forehead. We offered food. We were worried about her. Poor kid. It was some drama for our little winery!
The vog rolled in with a vengeance this afternoon. We haven't had much of it for several weeks. Today, the trade winds died and our luck ran out. Nasty!
Ah but my blood pressure is a screemin' amazin' 110 over 70. Alrighty then. I'll take that any day. I'm going for a blood test, maybe tomorrow morning, to check my thyroid and a few other things. Seems that's something women of a certain age should have done every once in awhile.
Today was a bit scary at the winery. A mother, father and two daughters were tasting. The youngest daughter, a teenager of about 18 or so, was not old enough. So she stood behind her parents just to listen while they imbibed. At one point, she told her mother she wanted to go lie down in the car. Mom gave her the keys. The girl turned and the next thing we heard was a loud crash and thud. The girl was down! She had fainted or had a seizure and had taken out the card rack near the doorway on her way to the floor. She was quite dazed for awhile after she came to. Her parents insisted there was no need to call 911. Her older sister was a first year medical student who admitted she knew just enough to be dangerous. It scared the bejeebers outa me! We brought her water, cool towels for her forehead. We offered food. We were worried about her. Poor kid. It was some drama for our little winery!
The vog rolled in with a vengeance this afternoon. We haven't had much of it for several weeks. Today, the trade winds died and our luck ran out. Nasty!
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