Fall is, is many ways, my favorite time of the year. The summer humidity is gone, the trees get those amazing colors, and there's my birthday, Halloween, and Thanksgiving to look forward to.
This is ALSO the season when I do all those annual medical things. UGH. And the older I get, the more of them there are!
It used to be that I'd go to the doctor, get my checkup "down under," get my birth control prescription, and that was that.
Now it seems that every 5 or 10 years, there's something new added to the mix.
First it was steroidal nasal spray for a new dust allergy. Then mammograms, flu shots, and the latest indignity, the festive colonoscopy. I have to spend the entire day before making sure the system is completely clear and empty. There is, of course, only one way to do that, and that involves, among other things, eating no solid food and staying close to the bathroom.
I can't even go to the appointment privately. Oh, no, that would be too dignified. I have to have someone there with me because they'll knock me out and someone (either That Man or The Boy) has to drive me home. Once I'm home, I'm supposed to "take it easy" the rest of the day (translation: I won't be worth a hill of beans and will probably sleep until time for bed, at which time I will be wide awake and ready to party, so to speak).
And of course, I made the mistake of scheduling this fabulous family activity the week of Thanksgiving, the day I'm supposed to bake pies and put the turkey into a cooler to thaw. What was I thinking???
And, to top off the week, I'll be spending Black Friday at the hospital once again, getting a mammogram. At least that takes less than an hour and I can drive myself home.
I guess I should be thankful that we are able to monitor our health so closely. Maybe that will be part of our grace for Thanksgiving dinner - thank God for regular health checkups!