Yesterday I met one of my new doctors. Felt confident that he's a good choice for the upcoming colonoscopy. First the trip to Denver, then the procedure.
Someone was saying how cool is it to move to a place where you know no-one and can sorta start over, like an adventure. Finding the right doctors is probably the most difficult part of that for me. I do tend to stress a bit about the house situation, but I know I don't really need to. It's not like we are living in a tent or something. A good thing about not finding a home quickly is that it has broadened the scope of what we are willing to consider. I would still love to build a home that is well suited to how we want to use it. Like ... we don't need many bedrooms, a kitchen that accommodates more than one cook at a time would be great. Yesterday I was watching a series called "tiny house" or something like that on Netflix. I'd like a tiny guest house for visitors. I think that would be a fun experience for guests. lol ... I'm thinking of my kids' responses to that statement and I just want to add, it's not like you couldn't come inside the big house ... .
Gross? Cancer is gross.
I think it's pretty neat to be alive during a time when preventative measures are available. I took those glossy looking pics while I waited in the room for the doctor. I usually snag my chart from the pocket on the door (which irritates the staff but the dr.s always seem to think it's funny) and read it while I wait. One doc actually left a post-it note in there which said "hi DeAnn, be right with you".
I do have something on my mind that I'd like to write about but I'm still thinking about it. Basically just want to get that first pic saved. V snapped it for me. She is starting to accidentally say it's really gorgeous over here (in a Southwestern sort of way). I think she likes it. Pretty soon I'll be teaching her how to drive a stick.