Last year, we had flowers like this at this time.
No one likes to have a blood test. Having someone put an elastic band around your arm, probing for a good vein, pricking it and removing blood, that is just not fun. It is also not fun having to think about not putting anything in your mouth for purposes of fasting, although I generally do not eat much, if anything at all, preceding bedtime. Nonetheless, it is nice having options.
My internal clock takes notice of things like this and I had decided that I was just going to get up whenever, knowing full well that it would not be very late. Going early to the lab at most any hospital, and certainly at Highland Park, is best done to avoid lines.
I woke up at 5:30 AM, just as I have for the last several Fridays, going to be with the grandkids while they are sleeping and then getting them dressed and off to the babysitter’s once up. We throw in a little banana bread for good measure to keep them happy.
Yes, 5:30 AM, something I did not want to do. I took advantage of the wake up time, what other recourse did I have?
I fed and walked Stewie, did some morning exercises and stretches, and went to the hospital. Unfortunately, my 6:35 AM arrival time was about twenty-five minutes too early, which was more than fine with me. I had my iPad and a book on it and I was good to go. I am reading ‘The Death and Life of the Great Lakes,’ which is quite the fascinating book. It is written by the journalist, Dan Egan, and it is a great read. The Great Lakes are very special to me, having grown up on the shores of Lake Erie and then switching to Lake Michigan for pretty much my entire adult life.
I was the first to be ‘phlebotomized,’ if I may say that. I was home by 7:30 AM, making coffee and setting up breakfast on the patio.
Stewie, victimized by his anti-bark collar in some respects, has not issued a single bark yet today. In the past, he would have bolted out of the house once given permission and gone to the back fence and barked a few times while giving a good scare to the local squirrels. He wears this collar from the time we get up until right after dinner. In some respects, I miss his passionate barks, so full of canine life and not really doing anything wrong except keeping the darn squirrels running.
Next thing to do: Preschool graduation. Happy Memorial Day Weekend to all!