May 24, 2017
10:33 p.m.

I know I'm being a little ridiculous, but there's just nothing fun about being called in for a 2nd mammogram.

I bussed over to the women's clinic on the 12th of May. Got off the bus for the "short" walk from bus stop to clinic. It looked so easy on the map!

Yeah, right! It was an uphill climb. Whew! Crazy people told me not to wear deodorant! I was considerate enough to wash my armpits before the test. Hahaha!

God, I'm out of shape! My bad knee has been complaining vehemently ever since. I can walk forever on level surfaces, but uphill climbs take their toll, and maybe I misstepped or twisted or something, who knows?

I followed up the knee abuse when I went to the dentist on the 15th and walked home. It was only a mile, but I had to rest a couple of times, because--ouch! And an asthma attack, to boot.

Anyway, the point is, I had my mammogram. Never my finest moments, you know? Some stranger grabbing your girls and shoving them around until they're in just the right place, and then squashing them--not my idea of a good time. So you can imagine my joy when I got a call this morning asking me to come back for another look at lefty-girl.

Doggone it.

Here's the thing. I did this five years ago. I had to be re-tested that time for an anomaly. When I went on the 12th, we ordered the old films for comparison. Apparently, the place has told them there were no films. So this morning I went through my desk looking for old medical records. found the letter I got from the first clinic which had my medical record on it. Called the new place and gave them the added information. They have re-ordered the films. I have a new appointment for follow-up test, but if I'm VERY lucky the films will be found now and will show the same anomaly I was re-tested for last time and I can skip the whole thing.

I'm hoping for the best.

Still, you have to know it's a little nerve-wracking. I hate waiting. It's scary. I'm really attached to my girls, you know.
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On the brighter side, having been forced to go through paper work means I shredded a bunch of paperwork that I no longer need to save.

What a pack-rat I am!

Of course, the shredder scared the dog and she howled for five minutes straight. Everything seems to make her cry these days. She can't handle my daughter's or granddaughter's singing, certain music on the television, or the baby crying. Poor old gal.

At least there's more room in my desk drawer now. For a couple of days, at least. Ha!
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I've been trying to avoid the news lately, but it's impossible to ignore.

I'm so disappointed in this administration. Honestly, one doesn't go into a thing hoping for failure. I hoped they could do things right.

I'm out of hope.

This is a hateful group. It's frightening that so many people are on board a train that will take healthcare from millions, underfund public schools, eliminate after-school programs and school lunch programs and literally take the food from babies mouths. Children and Senior citizens apparently don't matter. How can a huge group who scream about the rights of the unborn child then turn around and cut funds that will help feed and educate the babies they claim they want to save?

Heartless hypocrites!

I'm sadly sickened by the whole mess.

Boo.
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11:39 p.m.

School's out for summer! The kids are going to be so happy--for about a week. The the old "I'm bored! I don't have anything to do! Poor me!" nonsense will start.

Summer vacation. Phooey!

We are getting seriously excited for ComiCon, though!!

And I'm still wracking my brain for a way to get to the Alice Cooper concert. It's not in the budget, but it is in my dreams!

Wish me luck!
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And now, friends, I bid you all a good-night!