Stage Struck Opening Night The Colony
I volunteered tonight over at The Colony Theatre .
Its opening night for "Stage Struck".
I stood in the aisles, and helped people find their seats.
Since it was opening night, it was a really fun event.
Lots of very nice people who were there to see a good play.
Then right before the show started, they gave me a ticket and told me to go ahead and sit down and watch the show.
They really treat their volunteers very nicely.
I really enjoyed the play "Stage struck". Its about a Stage Manager, and his Actress wife.
You can read the LA Times Review online.
Then afterwards, there was a reception with yummy pasta and a salad.
I so enjoy the opening nights at The Colony Theatre .
A fun evening of theatre.
I slept in, and then I head over to pick up the prescription.
There's a new shift of Doctors at the After Hours Care place.
"Oh, you're the one who wouldn't stay here last night!" said the new somewhat older Doctor.
"Yep, thats me. I just came for my prescription". I say.
He is looking at my from over his glasses, like he's never seen anyone like me before.
He made sure to tell me to come back in a few days and get a follow-up urine test.
My first stop on my way to work is a pharmacy.
It really makes a difference where you go with these things.
My first stop is Ralph's pharmacy.
I hand that Pharmacist the prescription.
"Is it pills? Are they big?" I ask.
yes, and yes.
"It doesn't come in a capsule? Or liquid?" I ask.
no and no.
What can I do... I can't take these.
She is no help.
I say "Give me back the prescription. Let me go to Rite Aid, maybe they have liquid."
Off I go to Rite Aid .
I ask the Pharmacist the same questions.
He is a wealth of information on how to swallow big chalky pills.
He said "These are Cipro . You can pulverize them. We sell Pill Pulverizers ."
Oh, joy ! Pulverize ! I love it ! I can crush the big chalky pills !
I buy a little plastic pulverizer for about 4 bucks.
It grinds the pill up with no effort whatsoever.
Then I get home. And I mix the ground up Cipro with Grape Juice.
Oh, what a lovely bitter flavor !
But I am fine with the yucky bitter flavor.
I can deal with it, if it means the medicine is getting in me.
The pulverized Cipro is on its way down.
After hours care
I came home sick from work. Went right to bed.
Felt feverish, and had a pain in the right side.
About 10 pm, I finally decide that I need to go into after hours care.
And I was not the best patient.
First, I am telling the Really Young Doctor about "maybe the breast cancer has finally spread to my liver", and telling him that I still have my appendix - and that my sister has had to have her gallbladder removed.
So I had the Really Young Doctor worried.
But I just wanted a blood test, and a urine test - and I wanted to go back to bed at home.
The Really Young Doctor wanted to me to take some kind of pain medicine which I had never had before.
"What is it? What does it do?" I asked.
He looked shocked, like no one had asked that before.
He told me it was pain medicine, and he wanted to see if it helped.
"No, I don't want it", I said.
He replied "Oh, don't worry - its not addictive."
I guess he thought I was refusing it because I had a former drug problem or something.
"No, thats not it. I just won't take it - I drove here myself, and I'm hypoglycemic. I don't want it."
Then after the blood tests, and urine tests ....they said it would take three hours to get the test results.
I refused to stay. I wanted to go home.
They didn't want me to leave.
But they finally had me sign some kind of Waiver that said I was leaving against their advice.
I said "Fine. Fine. I know. I know. I will sign it."
Just in case my appendix burst as I drove home - the Doctors were now covered.
They said they would call me with the test results in three hours.
I said "Can I have your business card?"
The Really Young Doctor looked shocked again.
I said "In case no one calls me in three hours - I will call you."
I went home, and was out cold, sound asleep.
I awoke to my phone ringing.
It was a nurse. I had a Urinary Tract Infection .
And I need to come back and get the Antibiotic prescription.
Was that all.
I am glad I left the Doctors, and went back home to bed.
I didn't need to be there all night. I just needed antibiotics.
And to start drinking more water.
I finally broke down and did it. I joined a singles group.
Well, its not just a singles group, its a dining club too.
Its called Tasty LA .
And the idea is that three men and three women within the same age group, meet up in a restaurant and have dinner together.
So that sounds like fun. I like trying new restaurants.
Tonight, was a general mixer. I think it was 20 men and 20 women.
We met at Joseph's Cafe in Hollywood.
Its a very nice place. And we all hung out in the bar area, and made small talk.
I have to say, everyone in the group was very friendly. I met lots of really nice people.
We had drinks, and hung out at the bar talking away. I had some interesting conversations.
Later on in the ladies room, I ran into a women who was probably about 15 years older than me. She was alittle down.
"I hope I meet an interesting man", she told me.
I tried to be encouraging.
"You know, I think its best to come to events like this, and just plan to talk to alot of people. Just think of it as an evening where you are going to mingle with alot of different people, and have an evening of interesting conversations."
She took it the wrong way.
"Oh, I guess thats all I can expect", she said.
I felt kind of bad for her - she really had her hopes set on meeting someone.
That. Very. Night.
At the end of the evening, one of the men had his two dogs waiting for him at the door of the restaurant.
They were Border collie dogs. They were very well behaved.
There was another guy there playing with the dogs already.
He and I had the final interesting conversation of the evening - with the two beautiful Border Collies.
The beautiful Art Deco Harvey House at Union Station. Thats me sitting in the bar/club area. Click on the picture to see it bigger. The mirror behind me has these adorable little bubbles etched in....
Since having a lumpectomy and radiation for Breast Cancer in 2005, I tell my Doctor to schedule all the tests "like clockwork".
I refused the chemo ... but I still want to keep up to date with my follow-ups.
They are usually emotionally traumatic enough, that I need to take the day off from work.
So far, I have passed every test with flying colors. But it still freaks me out.
Today was my mammogram - every 6 months, like clock-work.
I have had all the paperwork in my Dayplanner, since the last check-up 6 months ago.
I arrive at the Breast Cancer Center in Glendale.... and they ask me for my paperwork.
And where is the paperwork ?
Exactly where it has been for the last 6 months ... in my Dayplanner - which is at home !
I explain the situation to them. They have to call the Doctors office and have them fax a copy of the paperwork over.
I am apologizing and apologizing for forgetting the papers. I even offer to race home to get it.
But it gets faxed over, and I am ready for my mammograms.
The last two times its been done, we only did the left breast - the one that caused all the trouble.
Now, they are doing a mammogram on both breasts. And that has me alittle worried. I wonder if my right breast has started to cause problems, and we haven't been checking it. I actually worry more about the right, healthy breast - than I do about the left breast that has had cancer.
But everything goes off without a hitch.
Everything is fine. No problem.
They say the Mammogram Doctor will call me with the results later in the afternoon.
And that has me worried - why are they going to call me - I try to put it out of my mind.
I stop off in Los Feliz, at The Alcove .
I order a Turkey Burger & Onion Rings and an Iced Tea.
If ever there could possibly exist Healthy Onion Rings - it would be the ones at The Alcove.
I try to relax, enjoy my food, and not think about the mammogram.
I decide to check my Cell phone to see if the Mammogram Doctor has called - and my Cell phone Battery has run out of juice !!! Its dead.
This goes along with my theory that the Human Brain only has so many slots.
And Mammograms and Doctor things take up alot of slots.
So today there was no room in my head to remember the paperwork, or to remember to recharge the cellphone battery.
I finish my yummy meal. And I think about getting one of the Alcove's wonderful cakes, but I decide against it.
When I get home, I have a voice mail from the Mammogram Doctor.
"Ms. Grayson, I just want to let you know I looked over your mammogram, and there is no sign of cancer. Everything is normal. I will see you in another six months."
Out and About
I had completely forgot that today was Superbowl Sunday.
It slipped my mind when I was making my plans.
In a way thats good. It means everyone else in LA will be in front of their TV sets, and I can be out and about doing things with no one else to get in my way.
I volunteered at the Falcon Theatre for their Children's Matinee of "The Root Beer Bandits".
Yes, it was less of an audience than usual due to the Superbowl. But there were some Dads there with their kids.
I so enjoy the Children's Matinees. All the little kids are so cute. And the plays that the Falcon puts on for the kids, are very entertaining.
Later on, I went for a little walk in Griffith Park .
Funny, I don't live very far from there - and yet I never go.
So I drove over, and I saw they had pony rides. I stopped and took some pictures of the cute little kids on the ponies.
Then, I went over to The Arclight .
I saw "Pan's Labyrinth". I have been wanting to see it since they showed it at AFI when I volunteered there.
There are alot of gruesome scenes. When it got to bloody for me, I just closed my eyes until it was over.
Clouds on a Tshirt
My original photo of Clouds, with a Palm Tree on the lower left
available at Cafe Press.
This original photo is available on Tshirts, Greeting Cards, Postcards, and more .
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