This morning I had the eight o'clock appointment at the pain clinic, which is wonderful. It means they haven't yet gotten behind-hand and I won't be there for several hours. Not that I mind the several hours, it's always worth the wait. The amazing Dr. R and staff are really there when they are with you. And all of these cases are complex, so, yes, it's going to take time.
Anyway, not only did I have the first appointment, my pain level lately has been a ZERO on the scale of 1-10. The last three weeks have been like heaven. That means today's visit was a quick review, and renewal of meds, and see you in a month! Yay, me.
On the way home, at about 8:45, I turned on to our street to see an 80-year-old neighbor (well, 79. She's says she's scratching at 80, but it's not yet scratching back) shoveling her driveway. We had eight inches of snow on Monday and little dribs and drabs ever since, and she was afraid we were going to have more accumulation, and she wouldn't be able to get her car out.
I knew she wouldn't hand over the shovel, so I drove the rest of the way home, got my shovel, and walked back to help. She scolded herself, "Look at me standing here like a supervisor!" So, I said, "Nonsense! You shouldn't be doing this at all"If it snows heavy again, I'll take 18-year-old-boy down there with me before she has a chance to get out there again.
The best part is I felt like I was able to pay forward my good fortune already this morning! There are days when I feel like the whole world is my brother. And of course, there are days when I want my brother to get the hell out of my room and leave me alone. Today? So far, so good.