Storms

Last night's storms proved interesting. Just as I thought everything was winding down, the power went out and stayed out. I reported it via cell phone (thanks to Megan who patched me in from California). This was at about 8 PM. Estimated time for restoration was 10:30. I lit my three oil lamps, but with no Internet and no television, there was nothing to do but wait it out. I napped until I heard the "beep-beep" of my two-meter radio coming back on at about 10:00. I got up, shut things off, and went back to bed...but not before I called Comcast because my TVs had not come back on. Apparently, there was a cable outage. I was told that the service would probably come back on during the night...but it didn't. (Finally came back on about 8:30 this morning. It was going to be a LONG day without my beloved television distractions!)

I had an appointment with my cardiologist this morning. The good news is that my weight is down 7 pounds since my first appointment. The bad news is that all of my blood fats (cholesterol, triglycerides, HDL, and LDL) are up considerably...probably because I forget to take the medicine in the evening. My diet has not changed. Instructions and medications have been adjusted. I'll be a good girl! I have to say that I LOVE my cardiologist! Dr. Gill takes lots of time to talk to me about things, and he remembers details from one appointment to another. He was the one who treated me in the ER after my heart attack before sending me to another hospital (because it was a weekend). (He even asked me today if my daughter was the one who was with me in the ER that day. I asked how he could remember something like that. He said, "Some just stand out.") My last appointment, when I was still raw from the events at home, I just cried and cried in his office. He wanted to put me on Happy Pills to reduce the stresses on my heart, but I told him that the circumstances were "situational" and I wanted to wait before doing that. He is pleased with my progress in that regard. He is young, good looking, and totally connected to his patients. He even spent some time talking to me about his four kids, knowing that I was a teacher for a lot of years. I confess that I don't "doctor" much, but this is the first time in my 63 years of life that I have actually felt a caring situation with a physician. He listens!

Now, I am gearing up for the grandchildren to be here this weekend. I am trying to focus on the things that will be important to them. They won't care if my floors are clean or if the laundry is done. (In fact, they will add to the work load, in that regard.) I just want them to enjoy their time at Grandma Peggy's! We have plans!