I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired


My mother has always been one for a good adage. “Better an old man’s darling, than a young man’s fool” came forth when both my sister and I married men almost a decade older than we were; though neither groom probably considered themselves old. “Go to the doctor and you will get sick” is another one; not so much for the germs you might pick up in the doctor’s waiting room, but for the other ills they find along the way.

I experienced that first hand this week. Investigations for the root cause of blood pressure issues resulted in some incidental findings. Incidental was the doctor’s choice of adjective. I prefer mind numbing, or while not immediately catastrophic, certainly has me contemplating that my goal to live to 102 might be a wee bit optimistic.

Drama Queen that I am, I feel like a ticking time bomb! The doctor mustn’t think so however, as he has sent me off for more tests with instructions not to return to his office for eight weeks! So, I am trying to refrain from lurching through the day, clutching my chest moaning, my heart, my heart! Though it isn’t likely in the short term I have asked Minerva, my erstwhile Library aide, that should I clutch anything between chest and stomach before collapsing to the floor, to be so kind as to not ask the front desk to phone for an ambulance, but to dial triple zero directly. She has solemnly agreed, though I suspect there may be days when my behaviour may influence her to walk very slowly towards the phone to make that call!

Now I am on enough tablets to make me rattle like a child’s shaker toy. I have to take a half tablet of this or that, every day, then every second day, but at the same time take a half of something new, but only on the days I am not taking another tablet. I am sure there are instructions to stand on the west side of the hill, wait for the sun to be at a 30 percent angle to my right foot and to twirl twice before taking a quarter of some pill.

I am feeling old and very mortal. I have taken to wearing purple.

No, really I have. Purple is a colour I have not worn very much since the 1970s, when I was oh so glamourous, but a couple of weeks ago, I purchased a purple tunic. I wear it with black leggings, and every time I do I receive compliments. One gentleman colleague told me I was looking exceptionally lovely in my purple and I giggled like a sixteen-year-old. I didn’t think I was capable of such frippery. Didn’t matter that the colleague is gay, I was all a flutter.

Speaking of colour, the doctor’s office has fire engine red walls. This week’s visit was my second visit, accompanied by Mr FD. Mr FD sat in the office at least 90 minutes this week, reading on his ipad, while I was poked and prodded. Later, I said, that I thought red was a poor choice for a medical office (blood and phobias etc.). Mr FD looked very puzzled and said, “Red? There was a red wall?” More than one, actually.

Obviously, the purple is lost on him.

7 thoughts on “I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired

  1. Goodness, don’t leave us, FD! Though I know what you mean when you get serious news from the doctor: you feel very wee and mortal on this earth. Hope you are feeling well. My father lived to be 93 with high blood pressure, a bad heart, and diabetes. I’m not sure he was happy, but he seemed to function far longer than anyone would have expected.

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  2. Red walls? Usually they go for light blue or some other pastel color that is calming.

    (Side note – at work they tried that in our break room, with light green. Now it looks like Kermit exploded in there and is far from calming).

    (Other side note – I once told a coworker that if our boss grabbed his chest and fell to the floor I’d call 911 (our 000) – but only after he quit twitching and my prodding him with a toe didn’t get a response. We are under constant video and audio surveillance, so I don’t think it was coincidence that I was sent to CPR training the next week …).

    Be well!

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  4. I went to the doc and was told it was high blood pressure but suspect some of it was “white coat syndrome” generated by my hatred of anything medico. Changed my diet, life attitude etc, it wasn’t easy but it allowed to avoid medication and more probing tests.
    Wishing you a swift path to wellness. Often the worry about illness creates more symptoms. Vicious circle.

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