Wednesday, 27 January 2016
There will be some garden photos further down as a reward for making it through the rest of this post. Or just scroll till you see a crocus.
A Tuesday doctor visit, long avoided, turned out to be just over an hour of talking with a kind doc who makes me laugh. I had remembered that about her, so to see her especially, we went to the Naselle Clinic, half an hour away. Wednesday featured a different sort of clinic. Poor Smokey had a nasty abscess on one of his paws (I will spare you the photo of THAT) and had to go to the vet. We did have the pleasure there of seeing Devery with a darling dog friend of hers. The vet said Smokey was a very good boy even when she was lancing the wound.
I then had my own appointment for several knee x rays at the local hospital (associated with the Naselle Clinic). One knee does look awfully off kilter. I realized that, having cut jobs down to just the ones I love, I rarely have to do things I do not want to do. How fortunate, or how spoiled. The round of doctor appointments will change that, as my primary care wants me to see several, including a neurologist to track down the source of dizziness (for which some terrifying possibilities were suggested, along with some not so scary ones, all of which I am doing my best not to dwell on).
I was simply smitten with the delightful personality of the X Ray technician. Anyone in the medical field who can make me laugh is so helpful.
The Ocean Beach Hospital is not as big and fancy as the one across the river, yet it has a huge advantage for me: not having to cross the bridge.
I resolve that this round of doctor visits will be educational and interesting.
At home, Allan helped me drag a comfy chair into the large bathroom so I could sit with Smokey most of the afternoon, reading the latest in the excellent Dog Lover’s Mystery Series by Susan Conant.I enjoyed this description of why protagonist Holly Winter has so many dog people as Facebook friends. I feel the same way about my network of gardening friends.
Below: I might feel this way about guests sometimes, but of course never about you.
After an unpleasant incident damages a kitchen cupboard, Holly’s spouse, Steve, behaves much the way Allan would:In the evening, we were invited to join our good friends Fred and Nancy from The Basket Case Greenhouse for burger night at the Depot Restaurant.
We’ve missed Fred and Nancy over the non gardening winter and had a good catch up.
Thursday, 28 January 2016
After my third clinic visit, this time to have a copious amount of blood drawn (which I am happy to say is NOT one of my many phobias, and also that I got another clinician who made me laugh and who understood my reference to Doc Martin’s blood phobia), our reward for skipping breakfast was brunch at the 42nd Street Café. I now get to wait until late February for my next doctor visit; I have a feeling all the many tests are going to slowly continue on through early spring.
A quick tour of our front garden revealed many signs of spring.
In the evening, we had our weekly meeting of the North Beach Garden Gang. With the Cove Restaurant no longer serving dinner, we chose Salt Hotel Pub as our new place.
With a marina view table at the window and tasty sandwiches on offer, Salt Pub met with all of our approval. We mentioned to its co-owner, Julez, that another regular party at the Cove was also on the loose. Julez texted that fellow (a mutual friend) immediately saying “Hear you are looking for a Thursday night hangout” and within twenty minutes the former Cove regular and his spouse were seated at the next table.
At home, I was pleased to find Mary and Smokey cuddled up in his convalescent room. (I had bunged her in there to keep her son company.)