The cardiologist appointment this morning went well. I like Dr. Kedarnath, a super friendly fellow with an Indian accent (which I loved listening to). I met him when I was in the hospital last fall and he remembered me but I hadn't been to his office till now. If I could have him as a PCP I would. I feel like bedside manner is almost what will get and keep me well. If I feel liked and loved I can thrive no matter what's wrong with me! He asked if I'm an active person, do I go to the Y? I said no to the Y but I do go hiking a couple times a week, but right now with all the snow I mainly only get outside to do chicken chores. So then we got into a very long discussion with him asking all kinds of questions about the kind of care chickens get, how old my chickens are, how many eggs a day, what do they eat, what kind of building do they live in. I asked do you want to have chickens? No, he doesn't - he's just interested in it. So I think his plan was to keep me talking, while he was reading my chart on his computer. When we were done he thanked me for coming in to see him. I don't think I've ever been thanked by my doctor before.
Dave and I went shopping at Walmart after that and got a few things. When I got home I made ravioli and then took a long nap in the afternoon. The last part of the dream I was having had me going for a walk with mom (she seemed extra small like a child) through a college campus. The young people were friendly and helpful but I still kept losing my way through the buildings. It reminded me of the dream the other day where all the hallways and streets were dead ends and there was debris and junk piled up so we couldn't get through. At one point we were at a standstill and didn't know which way to go. The door to get out and the lawn outside was right there but we couldn't get through to it. A female teacher, a black woman who was very handsome and kind wanted to know if she could help. She pointed to an easier way to get through. I got down over some stairs that were full of rubble and then reached up and pulled mom down towards me, kind of like the way you would pivot someone into a wheelchair with a hug. The teacher then was asking me all kinds of questions about mom, how old was she (100), who does she live with, how old are dad and John, what happened to John? Mom and I were standing down on the lawn and talking to the teacher who was up in the doorway above. It was beautiful afternoon in the dream with summer sun slanting across the green lawn. All we had left to do was walk home across the lawn when I woke up.
In the afternoon Dave and I took Andy for a walk to the creek. Rainy didn't want to go. Here's a few pictures of things you've seen before - but with different amounts of ice and snow than other times:
( Read more... )For dinner tonight Dave fried the fish that he had caught on Monday. He got one walleye and 2 perch. I made corn bread and he heated up some baked beans. There's nothing better than Dave's fried fish.
I was watching some youtube videos today with tips about sewing amigurumis together. I feel like I learned a lot of things that I needed to learn! I had no idea. One of the first tips was to use a bent darning style needle. I could definitely see how that would help the process. And there were so many other things that I could improve on. The books I've been using have cute patterns but don't tell much about HOW to construct the dolls. The monkey I made last week was a mess.