I’m dancing as fast as I can…

But I still can’t seem to catch up – not with my reading, or my emails, or the news, or the writing…please bear with me. I’m sad to see my blog which, only a few weeks ago, was chugging along at a good clip, stalling and getting bogged down due to my inability to work the way I want to. But I’s trying! There is so much I want to write about, but the sad fact is…I’m wilting, even as I try. I’m wilting! I’m wiiiilllllting!!!!! I feel a little like the Wicked Witch of the West, having been doused. Look what’s become of my beautiful verbosity! :-)

And battling leaves me absolutely empty. I’m not going to do it anymore until I’m up to it, so if anyone is coming here looking for a “fight” or a “spirited debate,” you’re going to leave frustrated. Mama can’t box with just sugar in her shorts. Whatever that means.

Part of the inability to sit and write, are these endless, endless doctor’s visits. Get THIS one: My hematologist swore to me that my blood pressure was becoming problematic; my blood pressure has always been great, but every time I see him – every week – the bp machine they use says the bp is high. So he tells me I have to go see my GP – I may need bp meds (the idea of which I find resistance-worthy).

I DON’T SPEND ENOUGH TIME IN DOCTOR’S OFFICES, right? I finally went today – spent all that time driving, waiting, explaining, waiting, etc – and they take my bp twice – both arms, but using the good 0ld fashioned pump and stethoscope method and voila! 130/70, 120/70 – my own, historical, reasonable blood pressure numbers that I’ve always had! My GP says, “yer bp is perfect, as usual!”

I’m gonna tell my hematologist to get himself a new bp machine for Christmas – or better yet, get a pump and a stethoscope. THREE HOURS I spent doing this, today – and just to be sure, I’ll do it again NEXT Wednesday – right after I see the breast surgeon on Tuesday about that lump. My GP is a real jokester, too, as I was leaving, he said, “And you have made the appointment with the rheumatologist like I told you to, right?” Funnee, doc.

The worst part about it is, he was serious. Now they’re using words like “lupus.” I’m choosing to believe they mean “Lupin” and they’re just talking Harry Potter.

Egad!

But that’s not the only reason for the light blogging. Did I mention that Buster, aside from all of his other activities, is heading upstate (a 9 hour drive) to perform at the All-State festival. Exciting stuff, but for some reason it’s involved a lot of running around to get everything ready for the trip. He’s leaving in the morning (ack – my baby is going hundreds of miles away from me!) and then my hubby and I are heading up Friday to make a kind of weekend getaway of it – we’ll stay at a nice B&B and see the concert. Maybe when we come back…and I’ve kept all my appointments…I’ll be back up for blogging.

Until then…Please do check back…I’ll try to write something worth reading. Anybody know any good jokes?