More Surgery! Wow! Yippee!

You know that I'm a frustrated health care provider. I get a big charge out of being a one-woman medical experiment. In fact, I even did that for real once and would do it again. (The drug in question that time was giving us test subjects neurological problem, so the study was ended abruptly.) As it turns out (who knew?!), the older you get, the more opportunities you get to be a medical test subject. It's just one experiment/experience after another!

At age 62 I have a family physician and a physician's assistant, a dentist and an oral surgeon, an ophthalmologist, a general/vascular/thoracic surgeon, an orthopedic surgeon and a physical therapist, a pulmonologist and a gastroenterologist, a menopausal medicine specialist and a nurse practitioner, and -- now -- a podiatrist! (This is in addition to the women who cut my hair and give me pedicures.) (I used to have a psychologist and a psychiatrist, but now I take pills.) For extra measure, I'll throw my pharmacist into the mix since I consider him a valuable and valued member of my health care team. Good lord.

Which brings me to the podiatrist. In an effort to get on top of health issues before I get really old and decrepit, I saw this guy to see what could be done about the toenail fungus (ick!) that I've battled for a very long time. I will soon be taking more pills for that. He says the outlook for me is good. While he was at it, he noticed that I have a large toenail that is prone to being ingrown. I've battled with that one since I was a little girl, but it hasn't bothered me in a long time so I've taken to ignoring it. "That," he informed me, "could easily be permanently fixed with a little 'procedure'." I LOVE how they call whacking your body up with sharp things "procedures." I'm game! So, in 6-7 weeks I'm in it for more surgery! Yippee! Also, turns out that Dear Hubby had this same "procedure" when he was a teenager. Who knew? He doesn't tell me anything, but that's another story.

Otherwise, yesterday I attended my weaving guild's study group meeting. I didn't learn all that much, but got to eat brownies and knit, both of which activities are hard to do at home since Stuart loves to see what I'm eating and to run off with my yarn. And, I went to the second meeting of my Islam class, a lecture and discussion about Mohammed. Our rapidly expanding class met in a local movie theater so we had the option of buying popcorn. I admit it. I bought popcorn.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.