I’m not quite sure what to make of today. Woke to a snow-dusted, sunny world when it ought to have been mild and grey: “We seem to have lost focus on our forecast last night,” said the sweet little man on TV it’s impossible to hate.
I stood watching snow lumps thaw and slide gracefully down the side of the car, to fall with a plop! in the gutter.
Next door’s black character cat came out, spat, and went back inside again. That’s a cat litter tray that’s going to get an extra heavy load today, I reckon.
And then, after an early lunch, to the doctor’s.
I’m really not sure what to make of that.
He’s been going over all my past records to familiarise himself with my case, and that’s gratifying. Except that it seems all the paper work relating to my history of heart problems has disappeared. A great mystery, to him and to me. He didn’t say anything in agreement with my suggestion that some data entry clerk had picked up that part of the paper file, groaned, looked over his or her shoulder, and junked the lot rather than laboriously code it all up. Didn’t say he agreed but didn’t say he didn’t, either.
So, the upshot of it is that he wants to re-build the history under his own close supervision, starting with an echocardiogram at the local hospital.
Hey ho.
I never could get completely used to that feeling of déjà vu, but I feel that a new examination and classification can only be to my advantage.
Meantime, the leg problem has to look after itself. If it’s caused by the heart condition then one course of treatment is called for. If there is no heart condition then an entirely different one is needed.
When it comes down to it, I think I’m right. There’s nothing to be said but ‘hey ho’.
