Four A.M. And I'm wide awake. This sometimes happens, but thankfully not often. The ticking of the clock seems to match the beating of my heart. I guess it's pacemaker is working too. Same idea I guess. Both are to keep the movements running smoothly. (It's a good thing.)
The less than happy thing about waking up so early is that my mind does it's best "flitting" at this time of the morning, I think of fifty things at once and concentrate on none.
When I got up to get some juice, SOMEONE moved over onto my pillow. She likes to lay across my pillows, Cleopatra-style. She would probably like it if I peeled her a grape. Took her to the Vet today. Seems all is well as far as Dr Garrels is concerned. She did blood work, clipped her nails and did a "cursory" exam. I'll get the results tomorrow.
The Braves game we went to was fun. It had been a long time since I had been to one and the weather was perfect. Friends weren't bad either. Charles always finds fun things to do. (Picture insert above.)
I have scheduled Physical Therapy starting on Tuesday. Dr Macintosh from Mayo wrote a Rx for me to go. He suggested this in lieu of surgery. Hopefully this will strengthen my back muscles. I'm looking forward to it. I had a perfunctory eval on Monday. I was sore in places I didn't even remember having, but it's supposed to help. If think "Steel Magnolias" said it best, "What does not succeed in killing you makes you stronger." That's about it. I asked the therapist if i could hate her for a little while. She just laughed. She didn't know I was serious.
God is still good.
