Met with my urologist in Sandwich, which is about an hour away. His office was in Sycamore until just a couple of weeks ago, but now he is in Sandwich.
I get panicky. I was afraid I would get lost, although I knew the directions. I was afraid I would miss the turn, although I knew where the turn was. I was afraid I would not find the office and make the appointment on time. I was afraid of what he would say.
In the end (literally) he said I was not to worry about my PSA level creeping up...because it was creeping, not running amok. It is normal for a man of my age.
Not going into a lot of detail, he completed his exam quickly. We spent a lot of time talking about stress, diet, exercise, weight control....and he gave me a book to read prior to my next appointment in six months.
I drove home via Sycamore and DeKalb because I had three stops to make. I forgot the third.
I was reminded of that when I got home and got on the mower, only to discover that I had no gas cap. I knew I had no gas cap because I mowed over it last week, shattering it into a billion pieces. I called my friend at the place where I bought the mower and he cautioned me about mowing without a cap, because if dirt or grass got into the tank I would have bigger problems than long grass.
He then offered to drop a lid off on his way home.
When I got home from our first rehearsal of the winter play, I found the gas cap.
Now I can mow...or rather tomorrow, because it is a little late tonight.
So....maybe tonight I will sleep well.
Peace and love and a couple of pictures
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| Can't see me...I'm in camo |
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| New building in Rochelle......just kidding...Chi town |
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| I just liked this barn. |
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