These days, at this age I've reached, one of the greatest feelings I can experience in life is the feeling I get as I'm about to walk out the door of the doctor's office. I get so anxious beforehand and it's so nice to have the visit in my past and be at the point of the greatest amount of time between this and the next visit.
I always want to do something special afterwards. For me that means fish & chips and a visit to the record store. Yeah, I know. My idea of 'special' needs reworking. At my deepest level though, I'm basically a nerd.
I walked away feeling a little sad. The specialist I've been seeing for the past year informed me that he was moving to Iowa. To a less hectic life. I actually could hear him as I waited, through the walls, informing another patient. When it was my turn, he apologized for the "sonics" of the place. I had begun to feel comfortable with him. (It's not an easy process for me.) Now I have to start over. He promised me that I'd like the doctor he was assigning me to.
I'm at the point where I just want to live out the years quietly. Where I'll only answer the phone or door if it's someone I want to talk to.
No surprises, no drama. A minimum of difficult decisions.
That's all stuff for the first 65 years of life.
No loud noise .... well except of course for when I turn up the volume as I listen to music. 😃
Took this photo almost fifteen years ago while visiting a friend in eastern Tennessee at Christmas time. She drove me around the countryside looking for old barns.
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