Two weekly tasks remind me of my mortality. Each Wednesday afternoon as I draft my Thursday Thoughts, I think, wow, how did another week get by me so quickly. And I am similarly reminded when I undertake the dreaded task of readying Bill’s and my pill cases for the upcoming week on Saturday afternoon. The task takes eight minutes (I timed myself recently), but I dislike doing it despite it’s brevity. I think it’s partially because I hate to be reminded about the need for more meds as we age, and I don’t want to age. But it’s also because it’s another reminder of the passage of time.
On the Other Hand….
Boy, that was depressing. However, the good news this week is that I was able to secure an appointment for the first COVID vaccination for me, and the second vaccination for Bill. I got a text message from my niece Maggie day before yesterday with a link to a news report that Maricopa County was going to be releasing 21,000 more doses the next day at 9 o’clock for people 65 and older. I assure you that I am not kidding when I tell you that I was sitting at my computer at 8:54 with my hand over the button. The portal actually opened at 8:57, and I was able to get an appointment for February 9 at 9:42 a.m. even before the clock struck 9. Ha! Furthermore, with Jen’s help, I was able to get an appointment for Bill’s second shot on February 18, which is exactly 21 days after his original vaccination. PERFECTO! I’m telling you, it takes a village to figure out and secure an appointment.
Doctor, Doctor, Gimme the News
In the past week or so, both Bill and I found out that we had some prescriptions to refill, but our doctor wouldn’t refill them without seeing us. Roh-roh, I thought. But wait! It’s the 21st Century and we are in a worldwide pandemic. Of course we could have our appointments by phone. Actually, Bill talked to the doc by telephone, but I was able to join him on some sort of invited medical appointment site, whereby he looked me in the eye and I looked him in the eye! Modern technology never ceases to amaze me. I wonder if I’ll ever go into the doctor’s office again.
My sister Bec has a friend who owns a sweet little boutique store near where Bec lives. Yesterday evening, she opened her shop to a very small group (three, to be exact) for a special shopping experience. Bec invited me as part of my belated Christmas present. We had a wonderful time. The shop was amazing — Judy Wear — and we had a awesome shopping experience…..
Afterwards, we went and picked up Thai food. Jen stayed home and kept Bill company.