Day: May 25, 2019

DEFINITELY PINK – Marilyn Armstrong

RDP Saturday: PINK

I don’t wear much pink or at least light pink. I do occasionally wear hot pink, though.

The flowers are often pink and here are a lot of pink plants, flowers and a few dolls.

It’s a sunshiny day, so maybe we’ll go find more pink. It’s going to be a day full of flowers. I can just feel it. It goes with the sunshine.

Beautiful pink rose in a beautiful bouquet
Even the wall is pink!
Pink roses

FACTORING IN THE TEST RESULTS – Marilyn Armstrong

FOWC with Fandango — Factor

So my test results came back. After I did a full translation of virtually every word in the report — I’m pretty good with medicalese, but this was way above my pay grade — I discovered that considering my age and stage of life, I’ve got functional, but not perfect arteries. If you want to factor in all the tests that were run initially during my first visit to the neurologist — and then this new set of tests — we know that I’m getting on in years.

Which is exactly what we knew before. We do not know if what the tests found to have anything to do with the visual symptoms. They could be connected, but they could also be entirely separate with no connecting thread. And worse, there’s actually no clear way to address the matter. It’s not like there’s a book which gives answers because what’s bothering me aren’t the symptoms for any known disease or condition or illness.

Thus I know what I knew when I started this process. I was afraid this would be the result and why I didn’t want to begin the process. It’s “non-result.”

A lot of information has been collected,  but are any of these results related to the symptoms? I’m not even sure why I started this process in the first place except that I felt I had some kind of obligation to find out if it meant something — or not.

“Or not,” seems to be the answer.

I’m just as worried (but more confused) than I was at the start. I’m overloaded with information that doesn’t mean anything to me. I suppose — or at least I hope — that this will make more sense after I see the doctor next week.

With all the advances we’ve made in medicine, in the end, a lot of it is more like art than science. Maybe someday it’ll be just like “Bones” on the Enterprise. Just use that little tricorder and poof! Diagnosis, cure, and life renewed.

I’m waiting. Aren’t we all?

FINAL ENDINGS – Marilyn Armstrong

A Photo a Week Challenge: Endings

There are endings … and then there are final endings. This particular cemetery is in the middle of town, right across from the waterfall. It predates the Revolutionary War and many soldiers through World War I are buried there.

Our Commons is also full of memorials to those who died in the Civil War, World War I and II … and more. If we have many more wars, there will be no space left on the Commons. It will be entirely composed of war memorials.

That’s a thought to ponder, isn’t it?

Photo: Garry Armstrong
Photo: Garry Armstrong

Another memorial along the river

THE LAST SUNNY DAY IN UXBRIDGE – Marilyn and Garry Armstrong

Photography: Garry Armstrong

Is it really the last sunny day? I don’t think so, but it’s the last one until sometime next week.  At least it wasn’t bitterly cold and it only rained for part of the day. That’s good, right?

I am sure the sun will return. I can only wonder when that will be. Maybe we’ll get a surprise. You just never know.

WHITE RHODODENDRONS – Marilyn Armstrong

FOTD – May 25, 2019 – Rhododendron

We have Rhododendrons. They were growing here when we moved in. A lot of them died during the very cold, wet, windy winter, but some of those I was sure were completely defunct are coming back.

Partly. New blooms at the end of what appear to be dead stalks and apparently brown, dead leaves unrolling and turning green.

I’ve never seen anything like it. We hacked down the giant, overgrown barbed-wire rose bushes (they’ll be back because I think they are not killable by normal humans) and lost some of the Rhododendrons in the process because they were intertwined.

That was the problem with the roses. They tended to completely take over the entire garden. They were small roses with the most brutal thorns I’ve ever encountered. I just thought these were “small rose bushes” because that’s how they were described.

What they are really are small roses on huge bushes that spread out and send runners underground. They pop up in the damnedest places.