Today is the first day of spring, which is Pretty Cool, People!
Unfortunately, it IS still pretty cool, temperature-wise, in these Painfully Cold Parts, where I live. Nevertheless, I am Parti-Cularly Psyched because of the promise, chance & prospect of better weather, on the way.
Okay! It’s time for this procrastinating, crafty poster to tackle my Principally Contemplated Point, this morning.
Yesterday, I saw my PCP, Dr. Laura Snydman, for a check-up.
For those perplexed, confused, or puzzled by the acronym PCP in that particular context, people, PCP can mean (according to medical-dictionary.thefreedictionary.com)
primary care physician
primary care professional, or
primary care provider
If you are a particularly careful perceiver, you’ll notice that acronyms can having many different meanings, as I’ve Previously Chosen to Post about (in Day 419: LOL and Day 441: FINE).
Actually, Dr. Snydman, my PCP, has appeared in a prior, complimentary post, called “Day 285: How to choose a doctor.” If you’re interested in Proficient, Compassionate People and/or Prohibitively Cute Puppies, take a prolonged or cursory peek, (according to your personal choice or preference) at that previously composed piece.
Anyway, I’ve been having some Pre-Checkup Paranoia, lately, because of some unPredicted changes, physically, that I’ve been dealing with, since September 30 (see here, here, here, here, here, and here for past, complete posts about “atrial fibrillation” or “a-fib”).
But, as I told Michael, when I got home last night, the check-up went as well as it could possibly have gone. I mean, I am Perfectly Chipper, Physically. In other words, considering my particularly complex, personal health issues, I am … Pretty Crikey* Perfect.
If you, dear readers, prefer some pointed, clarifying particulars about my PCP visit, here’s particularly charming proof, for me:
My perceptive, caring physician had a palpable, clear, and positive reaction when I said my age, yesterday.
Okay! Time for some post-completing pictures, from my PCP visit:
Pretty Cool Pad, huh?
Thanks to my PCP, Dr. Laura Snydman and to you — primarily! — for reading today.
* I couldn’t think of a better word than “Crikey”, for that particular, choice position in that acronym. Other words I considered there: “cheesy” and “chillin'”. Other potential choices, peeps?
What about Pretty Cool Person? Nice dog pic too
Primo comment, Pardner.
Please continue posting
Perfect compliment. Pleasure.
Perfectly candid post, Ann. I was personally captivated, period, that your private cardiac progression has been particularly called peachy.
Perfect comment, pal.
This is a pretty crafty post! Very good read 🙂
Pretty compliments! Pride. (That’s very good, too.)
I think you need to see Steve Irwin, a late, lamented conservationist who used “Crikey Mate” each time he had a surprise 🙂 lol, Susan x
I was not surprised by how perceptive, cool, and pleasing this comment was, Susan. Thank you!
I think you said that the appointment went well, so Yay! I’m glad that despite your anxiety things went good for you at the appointment!
Your Perceptions? Perfectly Correct. Prognosis: Calmer, Persevering.
LOL! Nice!
Bravo!
Thank you!
I thought this was going to be about your PCP addiction. Oh well. 😉
In a way, it was. Thanks, SG.
I’m really glad that it went well, Ann.
(And to Swarn Gill — a big grin.)
Thank you!
PCP…. Puppies Can perspire? Your cats must be jealous today Ann
Presently, cats purring. They don’t need attention in my blog posts EVERY day.
Your particularly clever ponderings provided comedic pause, along with some pretty cool pics, including poses and a calendar with your pooch. (I’m getting dizzy now). Thanks for the fun!
Thanks for these particularly clever postulations, Mel. Just to un-dizzy you, a little: that is my PCP’s perfectly cute pooch, not mine.
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