Pyewacket had her annual visit to the vet on Saturday, and she charmed them, as usual. She hates riding in the car, but once we get there (and the vet's office is only about a mile away from our house, so while I know it's traumatic, it's not like she's going to die or anything), she loves it.
She loves visiting with everyone there, she loves the vet, and she loves getting down on the floor and exploring all the strange, new smells. When the vet got ready to give her her vaccinations, his assistant came in to help hold Pye, not that that was really necessary. She got lots of distracting scratching, though, and when the shots were done and the assistant started to move away, Pye strained toward her as if to say, "Don't leave!"
That made everyone laugh, and the assistant came back to do some more throat pets and ear scratches.
The vet thinks Pye's a treat. He always exclaims over her expressive face, and how calm and at home she seems. She rolls over on her tummy for him to pet her, and wanders around and explores all the corners of the examining room. Dinah, on the other hand, crouches in a little miserable ball, and would much rather just stay in the carrier, thank you very much.
Pye got lots of pets and attention when she got home, too, since the innoculations made her feel a little crummy for a few hours. She got to lay in Bob's lap while he watched television . . . Oh, wait. She gets to do that all the time.
I had my regular annual physical today, then I took myself out to breakfast. I had an appointment to have a mammogram today, too, but since I didn't know how long I would have to wait at the gynecologist's, I made the mammogram appointment for 11:30 (the ob/gyn appointment was at 9:00), and wouldn't you know it, I hardly had to wait at all. Which I knew would probably happen, but if I had planned for that, it wouldn't have.
So I treated myself to breakfast in a real restaurant, and organized files on my Visor and read a little, and just basically relaxed.
Unlike last year, it was no big deal. No problems, nothing suspicious, "See you in a year," no worries. It was funny, though, how many memories were stirred by the whole procedure--the little dressing room, the harried receptionists, the walk across the parking lot as I remembered walking across it last year and being afraid I might collapse from fear.
But everything was cool. The only glitch was that somewhere in the whole brouhaha last year, my films from my original mammogram disappeared. I had had the mammogram at Hospital A, but then I saw the surgeon, and had to have another mammogram at Hospital B, where the biopsy was, and there was another doctor involved, the radiologist, and somewhere in that whole mess, the films from Hospital A never made it back.
I can't actually remember now how what happened to the films in the first place, whether I picked them up or had them send them . . . Ah. One of the benefits of having an online journal is that you can sometimes go and find those kinds of things. I picked them up and took them to the surgeon's office. So I guess I'll start there, although I assume they have moved on from there.
I just skimmed that whole series of entries from last year. I had forgotten a lot of it. What a traumatic time, and what a relief that it all turned out to be nothing. I'm kind of glad I went through it, though. It was interesting, and it's interesting to look back on, and it's given me a renewed appreciation for the important things.
