Tuesday 29 Sept 2015: gym; clinic; eating; and dancing

elite
elite

I trained at the gym, and then took sharon to the Clinic for a procedure.

On the way back, we stopped at JD, to see Mellisa and pay my entry fee for the football pool.  We had lunch at the wine bar – Sharon’s choice.

I had a dance lesson with Julie: swing; foxtrot; and waltz!

Sunday 27 September 2015: from “The Scream” to a full moon to a lunar eclipse

Breakfast
Eclipse 

baha1

Sharon and I had brunch at Hecks Avon, and I had the breakfast above.

I looked closely at the center white of the eggs, and the image was of a face… Jesus?  WWJD

Upon further review

The face?
The face?

I decided that I had seen this previously: Edvard Munch

"The Scream"
“The Scream”

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edvard_Munch

I listened to games, and had a Russian lesson with Daniil.

Then we continued working in the basement.

utility room in transition
utility room in transition
rec room
rec room

The full moon over Dallas

yesterday
yesterday

Thursday 24 Sept 2015:Yoga, Mozart, and Strauss

from our new box seats
from our new box seats

I did some work in the basement in preparation for painting.

Katy came over for great Yoga.  We found out that on Wednesday we had seen the same MD in his office!

Katie on the left
Katie on the left
before the concert
before the concert

Sharon and I had supper at L’Aboltros (sp?) and then attended the concert in our new box seats.

Wolfgang’s #41 and Strauss’s Alpine music.

21 Sep 2015: Exercise and medical procedures

great example
great example

I trained in the gym – chest/bicep primary, and then Sharon and I went to the Cleveland Clinic main campus for medical procedures.  Hers was routine; mine was swallowing.  For years, I have been complaining to my PCP about swallowing issues.  A few years ago, he had me do a test which resulted in recommendations for GERD but not swallowing.

Last visit I complained again, explaining that the problem had a psychological aspect: “fear of choking”  .
Apparently tired with my nagging, he scheduled a procedure at Cleveland Clinic Main, and an ENT visit.
At the Clinic (which is so large it would make the Pentagon look like a phone booth), when the RN (cute!) took me back  to the changing room, I explained how I felt, and wondered if I needed a speech pathologist.
She came and took me to a lab room, and said they had decided to have a speech pathologist see me.  The latter came in (also cute), and told me she was going to watch me swallow.  I stood in front of a machine, and after liquids, pudding, and a graham cracker, she gave me a barium pill: it stuck in my esophagus, for all the world to see – vindication!  I tried consuming a little food – pudding – but it did not move.
The SP encouraged me to use the techniques I have been using, and to grind up pills and take in applesauce (daughter had already had me do same).
She also told me that this was well past the airway, and my anxiety was revieved.
The pill dissolved, and they ran a series of test on a machine that rotated.
Miracles never cease, when providers actually listen!