I am seeing a pattern in the works. A few weeks back, I “indulged” in an ear-throbbing MRI and was in ecstasy. Tonight I “tiptoed out” like a bandit to spoil myself with a Mammogram. Again, I made the appointment for about 7ish to be taken at the tail end of the day knowing the staffers would be more relaxed and willing to engage in small talk.
I asked my mother to come over for the time being. Poor thing was tossed like a salad into a bowl of total chaos; predominantly only reserved for the private viewing pleasure of my husband and I. We NEVER allow anyone into our witching-hour world. We’d lose all our friends for sure.
Despite my mother´s unfortunate predicament, I was actually enjoying the “ME TIME” again- filling out medical forms while comfortably seated in a huge fake bright green leather arm chair. I helped myself to a Styrofoam cup full of filtered water and watched a little CNN. I smiled with the technician, longed to be her friend and pretty much told her my life story. Yep, it was the equivalent of a day at the spa.
I think I will just never stop signing up for screening exams and routine health checkups that my insurance covers to accomplish these little diversions. These night time escapes to get an MRI, Mammogram, or a dental cleaning- are for me comparable to an evening out to the theatre, dining in a quiet restaurant, or early evening walk. It does make me happy.
I’m telling you; its all relative, I realize. I perceived the same tranquillity, euphoria and lowered blood pressure as a day tanning off some unknown Caribbean island. The objective of winding down, disconnecting from everything, breathing easier, liberating the thoughts, (and sneaking through the McDonald’s drive-thru for a dollar ice cream sundae)- produces the same results.
By the way, my blood pressure is always a steady 110/70. Guess my little getaways are helpful after all.
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