When my friend Ronni goes to New York City she does fun things. When I go it's for doctor appointments and medical procedures. I try to thrown in a little fun, such as going to my favorite Korean salon for attention to my hands, feet and shoulders/back, and having lunch with my friend Jeffrey.
I took the bus to Port Authority Monday afternoon. It broke down so we waited for a new one and then ran into rush hour traffic. The C-Train (my old line when I lived in Brooklyn) took me to my friends' house where I enjoyed the best pad Thai I've ever had. Even though I had to be up early, I spent the night enjoying the food and especially the company.
After waking up many times during the night because they were paving the road out front, I dragged myself out of bed at 7 am and left the house by 7:45. It took me an hour to get to MSK, what with changing trains and connecting with a bus. Getting off the bus, I took a tumble. I didn't have so much as a scratch on me. Two kindly women help get me up and on my way.
The PET scan, for which I had to wait an hour, was okay. I was starving and had had no coffee, but what can you do? I saw my doctor late, too. Everything is fine. My fasting blood sugar was 99 so I don't have to worry about diabetes, and we have a plan for prednisone reduction. He wants me to see a neurologist to address falling issues and the fact that sometimes I walk like a drunken sailor. If you see me on the street, keep an eye on me and be prepared to be a Good Samaritan.
I ate a granola bar and picked up a fruit smoothie on the way to my favorite nail salon, where the women fuss over me like a seldom-seen child. It was great. Unfortunately I missed meeting Jeffrey for lunch because it got so late. I trained and bussed back to Monticello where I'd parked my car. It felt as if a week had gone by. Last night I slept for 10 blissful hours. Today my legs are sore from the 2 miles (at least) I'd walked and the 100 stairs I climbed.
Ah, the country life. NYC sure takes the juice out of you.