Relief

Back when we were enjoying our Rocky Mountain High in Gunnison this Summer I did what I later thought was a dumb thing. I scheduled an appointment for a check-up with my brand-new, never-met-before doctor on the first weekday of our two-month stay in Kansas City.

Now might be a good time to mention I really hate check-ups, especially with new-to-me doctors.

So, when I awoke in the wee hours of this morning with high anxiety about this visit I cursed myself repeatedly. What the hell was I thinking? We have two months here. Why, oh why, did I have to do this nasty deed on one of the first days of our stay?

Fast forward a few angst-filled hours.

Minutes before my scheduled arrival time at the new doc, I was driving along the streets of suburban Kansas City wishing I could turn left and see my old, familiar doctor's office in California. But, that was not to be. There's nothing "central" about California. It doesn't make sense for us to have our doctors there anymore. As much as I don't like it, it's time for us to make a new home base here in the middle of the country. And, even though I was kicking and screaming inside, that meant getting ourselves established with new doctors here in Kansas City.

With pulse pounding and blood pressure rising, I made my way to the new place.

One hour later, I was relieved.

I love my new doctor! Really, she's a perfect match for me. And, the best news is, all is well! I have a few more this and thats to take care of in the next couple of weeks. Here's hoping all will be well with that, too. And, with that, this deed will be done.

There's something really wonderful about having that annual visit behind me just three days into our two-month stay.

It's called "Relief".