Blue-Footed Musings

My dishwasher broke a couple of weeks ago. At first, I assumed it would be fixed within a few days, and I allowed the dishes to pile up on the counter, thinking it would be no big deal to manage them once the dishwasher was fixed. Big mistake. I’ve been hand-washing dishes every day now, but I can’t seem to catch up. There are dirty dishes everywhere. 🙁

One day, as I was sitting in the waiting room at the physical therapy place, I solved the Wordle on my phone. The answer was HOLLY. Just then, I was called in for my therapy. The therapist was one I hadn’t met before. She said, “Hi, I’m Holly.” I sort of blanked out for a moment, confused by the immediate repetition of the word. Was I misremembering the Wordle answer? Nope. I confirmed it when I got home. I’d literally met Holly seconds after solving the Wordle for HOLLY. Weird.

Recently I finished a task that I’d been putting off for months. As is typical for me, I kept putting the thing off, thinking I’d feel better up to it at a later point. Every day for weeks I’d say to myself, “I’ll do it tomorrow.” As more time went by, I changed my mantra to “I’ll get to it eventually.” And as often happens, the task became more daunting in my mind while also literally becoming harder to accomplish (in this case, because I’d lost my access to some key paperwork in the intervening time). Then a crisis point was reached, so I had to act, whether I felt up to it or not.

It doesn’t matter what the task was, which is why I haven’t spelled it out. What matters is that I’m old enough to know that procrastination is a dumb-ass way of handling things. Experience has taught me that nothing becomes easier by letting it sit. Though there are admittedly some things that become irrelevant if you let them sit long enough, they’re still things that ought to have been done, and there’s always something lost in the not-doing. Leaving a task to weigh on your mind also causes guilt and stress, neither of which is fun or conducive to good living.

Everything worked out fine this time, but what if it hadn’t? I’ve had several of these types of situations recently, things that ultimately turned out OK but that could have cost me (or someone close to me) because of my delay. I was stupid to allow that possibility. And I know that as I grow older, the perils of procrastination will only increase, and that to procrastinate over something it to risk never doing it. I must remember that time is not on my side and that procrastination is all risk and no reward.

We paid off our mortgage this month, and on Saturday we got the official notice from the bank. Woohoo!

Earlier this week I started physical therapy for my shoulder, which has been causing me excruciating pain lately. The diagnosis: shoulder impingement and rotator cuff tendonitis. I had physical therapy for my knee previously, which I kind of enjoyed, and I hope therapy for my shoulder will turn out to be similarly “fun.” Yes, I know there will be pain, and no, I don’t like pain. But, physical therapy will also give me a reason to get out of the house, meet new people, learn new things, and make good progress. Those things I like!

My daughter decided at the last minute that she actually did want to go to the homecoming dance and would I pretty-please take her dress shopping right now? It was Friday night, after my music lesson, and I was tired, but I figured I had just enough energy left to handle a trip to the outlet mall she wanted to go to. Having been dress-shopping there with her friend just a few days before, she knew exactly which store to go to, and she found a dress she liked quickly. We popped into a couple of other stores including, of course, Lindt, then headed home with our loot. All in all, it was a good trip.

But, wandering around an outdoor mall in cold weather while still recovering from a cold turned out not to be a great choice medically speaking. Between that and the flu shot I’d gotten Thursday, I relapsed Saturday and ended up spending part of the day in bed. I got up long enough to see her off to the dance. She looked fabulous.

Last week was a big week for doctor’s appointments. Not only did I see my eye doctor on Monday, but I had back-to-back appointments with my new GP and OB-GYN on Thursday. Still feeling under-the-weather, I would have preferred to reschedule both of Thursday’s appointments. I even called up my GP’s office to see if that were possible, but they told me they were booking into April of next year. So, just as I had on Monday, I put on my mask and hoped for the best.

I don’t know that I love my new GP, but as options are extremely limited these days, I’m just glad to have one. She listened to my concerns and wrote me some relevant scripts, and that’s all one can ask. Sick though I felt, she deemed me healthy enough for a flu shot, so I got one while I was there. I love the convenience.

My OB-GYN seemed harried, which was disappointing. I’d switched to her care because she’d seemed less harried than my old doctor. Oh, well. I don’t blame her. The medical field is pretty well messed up these days. Too many patients, too few doctors. On her way out of the room, she wished me well and told me that my job was to stay “medically uncomplicated.” Ha! I doubt my eye doctor would say I was medically uncomplicated, but I suppose it’s good that at least one doctor thinks that I am.