Pass the Geritol
You want to go where everybody knows your name. You just don’t want that place to be the pharmacy.
My friends at Walgreen’s greeted me personally again this morning, as I dropped off my umpteenth refill. They even offered the frequent-user perk of bumping me to the front of the line. It’s nice, but it just makes me shake my head.
I’m already on this program for regulars where I don’t even need to pull out my credit card. It’s on file. They just hand me the bag and send me on my way.
It’s just another kick to my ego-bruising week. I’ve reached two middle age hallmarks in as many days. Yesterday, I bought my first pair of reading glasses. This morning, I had my first mammogram. (They don’t call that the boob squish for nothing.)
It will make me feel better to blame both more on my treatment than my age. Intense radiation weakens your eye sight. It also leaves you at higher risks for other cancers, breast cancer among them, in the future.
Though I’ve had prescription glasses for years, I’ve just gotten tired of not being able to read the menu when my glasses are at home. If you’re in my cohort, you know that your arms only stretch so far. As for the mammogram, I would have needed one for a baseline in the next year or two anyway.
I’ll cheer myself with the thought that I pounded out a few miles on my treadmill this morning. Mid-life may be rapidly approaching, but I’m doing my best to stay one step ahead of it.
Caren
Thanks for the continued “Special Insights” into the gems that life has to offer as we age (hopefully) gracefully
Carpe Diem
Hmm. My pharmacist is my neighbor. She not only knows my name… she will cheerfully remind me my grass is too high. Ha! Still not looking forward to my first ” squish” !! That one I can’t relate too. What if there is nothing to squish?
Caren -
I was told to prepare for my squish by repeatedly slamming the refrigerater door on my chest. Actually, I think it was the garage door – anyway you get the idea. Enjoy the fast pass to the front of the line – it helps you get on with making up for the time you were too sick to even go the pharmacy. I enjoy your blog and I usually get a smile out of your posts. I’m glad you are doing so well.
Camille
Hello Caren,
We’re back from France and Wisconsin (what a combination). We had a wonderful time and missed you all. I have just read all the blogs I missed. It was one year ago today that you were diagnosed and I am so grateful for how far you have come since that very dark day. I am grateful for your wonderful vacation, your new perspective and even the pesky mammogram. It’s more of normal life like folding the laundry, which you said you longed for a little more than a year ago. My prayers are always with you, even while I was gazing at the City of Lights from the top of the Eiffel Tower. I am going for impact where I can get it. . . I’ll call tomorrow. So glad to be home now.
Suzanne