Paws on the Street Part Twenty – Hold Tight to the Bright Spots and All Will Be Well

Paws on the Street Part Twenty – Hold Tight to the Bright Spots and All Will Be Well

Paws on the Street Part Twenty – Hold Tight to the Bright Spots and All Will Be Well

By Patty L. Fletcher

January 25, 2022

Moon Phase Waning Third Quarter – Mercury Retrograde

I never realized how very much wintery weather and lack of sun can affect us. I must admit, I’ve been having a devil of a time. The past week or so has been more than a bit difficult for me. In truth, the entire month of January has been so. I find myself having a tough time concentrating, becoming more frustrated than usual at stupid things which should mean nothing and at times, dissolving into tears for reasons which totally allude me.

Yet, amongst this hideous wintertime depression, which I know shall soon pass, I’m finding bright spots with which to keep my spirits up and along with my hard-won coping skills I’m able to keep my head above the roiling waters mental illness can cause.

Unbelievably, it is the following offering about a trip Blue and I took to a new doctor’s office which is one of those bright spots for me.

Before I share this with you, I’d just like to say, Bipolar Depressive Disorder is quite real and at times is a beast to live with. There are moments when this monstrous disease takes both hands and all one’s strength to manage. But if you do that which you’re taught by your therapist, keep your routines no matter how badly you feel and make certain to take meds, eat and get proper rest it can be done.

I feel I’m on the backside of it now. Coming through the darkness into the light and am comforted by the knowledge that spring shall soon arrive.

I enjoy wintertime weather, but between mental illness, fibromyalgia, and arthritis my body doesn’t always agree so when I can find a bright shining star amid the dark dreary days, I cling to it with all my might.

I hope this story brightens your day in some way as well.

Thanks in advance for reading.

When Blue and I arrived at the building which housed the doctor’s office, we’d never been to before for my consult with the surgeon about possible gallbladder surgery, I discovered the nice lady who had so thoughtfully given me instructions into the building, to the elevator and then to the correct door once I was on the second floor had accidentally reversed her directions and so though we’d found the elevator with ease, when Blue and I got off on our floor, we became immediately lost.

Thankfully, I had the presence of mind to reverse the directions and that along with running into someone Blue and I could follow into the right place and blue’s work being flawless we made our way into the office where I must admit we met a lot of nice, helpful people.

The first thing I noted upon my arrival was that the office workers didn’t leap into help, but they asked, “How can we best help you and your dog?” Also, they had no problem whatsoever assisting me with the small amount of paperwork I had, and they were grateful I’d called ahead to let them know I would need their assistance with that when I arrived.

Finally, we were called back to an exam room and once again Blue bounced along following beautifully, leading me along in his wiggling, waggling, bouncy wake. Which as usual, made me smile and feel proud. When we arrived and had gotten settled, the nurse set about taking my vital signs.

My oxygen levels were fine but when she took my blood pressure, she said, “Your blood pressure is extremely high. Do you normally have trouble with it?”

“I’m on blood pressure meds, but there was a problem with my prescription, and I missed a dose or two over the weekend. How high is it?”

“It’s 170/100.” She said, with concern in her voice.

“Well, I reckon I best get onto the phone and get this medication issue taken care of straight away. I’ll do that while I wait on the doctor.”

“OK.” She said, gathering her things. “The doctor will be in shortly. By the way, your dog is beautiful and so well-behaved. I know I’m not to pet I just wanted you to know I think he is simply gorgeous.”

Smiling, I said, “Because we’re not working and since you behaved so respectfully, I’ll be glad to let you pet. His name is Blue, and he loves to meet the people who are going to work with me. It makes him a bit more comfortable in the situation. Unlike my last dog, Blue doesn’t really like for people to touch me that he doesn’t know.”

After giving him a quick pet, she was on her way, and I set about the task of calling to see whether I had refills on my meds or not.

Before I could get the call to the drugstore completed, there was a knock on the door and then it opened and a lady stepped in and said, “Hello, I’m Doctor Jackson. I hear you’re just totally in love with all the beautiful gallstones in your gallbladder.”

Not only was I jaw droppingly amazed at the speed with which she’d gotten to me, but I knew immediately I’d like her.

I laughed, and after answering all her questions, we were soon ready to pick a date for my surgery.

“Would you like to do it on the first or the fifteenth of February?”

Feeling a bit taken aback at the suddenness of it all, I asked, “Would there be any danger in waiting until the fifteenth? I am assuming there will be some restrictions after the surgery and I’ll need to get a few things in place.

“No danger at all. You’ll just need to be careful what you eat until then.”

“I’m already doing that.” I said with a grimace. “What exactly will I not be able to do after the procedure?”

“No lifting anything over ten pounds for two weeks, no straining, pulling, or pushing you’ll also be a bit sore. If all goes well, you will go home the same day but if there are any concerns, we might keep you overnight.”

“OK. The fifteenth it is.” I sighed. “That’s gonna mean, no tug-of-war with the doughnut for you.” I said, giving Blue a pat. As I did, he raised his head and giving a big snort asked, “Where is my doughnut?”

After checking out at the counter, Blue and I followed someone back to the elevator. When we got off and walked into the lobby, Blue bounced ahead of the lady who had walked down with us and at my urging, “Blue, find a seat.” We made our way to a bench by the door.

“WOW! You all didn’t need me at all.” The lady who had been assigned to walk down with us said.

“I’d expected him to do well.” I said, “But I sometimes find it easier to accept offered help rather than discouraging it because it makes others breathe a bit easier. Besides, it allows me to show others what a Seeing Eye® guide dog can do.”

We chatted for another minute and after I’d allowed a quick pet from her, she was gone.

I called my door-to-door service and settled down to wait.

I made a few phone calls, the first being to the drugstore and then when finding out there were no more refills for my meds, called the doctor’s office to get them to call in a refill for me.

After a bit of time, our van had arrived, and getting to my feet I said, “OK Blue. Forward, outside!” And with that, Blue bounced out the door and all the way to the van.

Once home, I walked Blue so he could relieve, fed the prince, for according to him he was near the edge of starvation and then feeling quite in agreement with him where my own stomach was concerned, I made some lunch.

Later in the day, my dad picked up my meds, brought them over and to Blue’s delight he visited a while.

Before I knew it the day was ending, and it was time to settle in for an evening of reading and playing with the boys.

Well, that’s the latest from Patty’s Worlds. Thanks for reading if you made it this far. May Harmony find you and Blessid Be.

Patty and her guide dog Blue. Patty has her hair tied back in a low ponytail and rests her right hand on Blue's head. She wears a white shirt with a pink and purple butterfly on the front and light blue shorts. Blue is a handsome black lab. He wears a brown leather harness with a handle attached to the back and is smiling at the camera as he sits in front of Patty. In the background is a brick building with white, windowed doors and a flowerpot overflowing with pink and yellow blooms.

About Patty L. Fletcher

Patty L. Fletcher lives in Kingsport Tennessee where she works full time as a Writer with the goal of bridging the great chasm which separates the disAbled from the non-disAbled. She is Also a Social Media Marketing Assistant.

To learn more visit: https://pattysworlds.com/

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