Just Thinking Out Loud

This product is terrific. After being so busy today at work that I missed my lunch, I headed home later this afternoon with a grumbling belly singing a duet with me to the radio. Got home, checked the mail while the dogs did what dogs must do, fed them and gave them clean water, hooked up my phone to charge and made a necessary work phone call.

I pulled the lemon pepper tilapia out of the freezer, and popped it into the microwave, grabbed some canteloupe slices I had cut a couple days ago and a flax, oat & whole wheat pita and drank a V-8 while I impatiently waited the 7 minutes for the fish to cook.

In 7 minutes flat I had a delicious (by my standards) nutrious meal. It probably took me even less time to inhale, and even LESS time to clean up - 30 seconds to put my plate in the dishwasher. Cool. I'll wait the recommended 10 minutes to feel full before I decide if I attack Sean's birthday cake.

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Surprise. Yesterday when I got home, I checked the caller ID. I'm a louse when it comes to checking messages on the house phone. That is the closest Paul & I came to fighting, was when I told him we don't need voice mail, I have my cell, he has his, and anybody we want to call has those numbers. I check my cell voice mail. He said that was rediculous, and I said fine. But he needs to know that I will NEVER check the house phone voice mail. Point is, I just happened to check the caller ID, because I was curious to see if the DNA donor called my son on his birthday. (I don't know if he called Sean's cell, but no number from CA was on caller ID) What I did find was my urologist's number. Piqued, I called the office, only to have them tell me I had an ultra sound scheduled for the next day, and a follow up office for the 16th, which they needed to reschedule.

I could not, in any level of my memory, remember making this appointment. It didn't even ring a faint bell. Well, because of ongoing issues, I confirmed the ultra sound and showed up today at the correct time, with a minute to spare. One minute. Now THATS efficient us of time.

And, apparently, caused a lot of confusion in the office. They called me in and asked if I had had my CT scan.

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So after trying to figure out what the doctor wanted, and what was going on with me, they scheduled a CT scan for me for next Monday.

We can still keep the follow up for the 19th.

Jeez. I killed myself and left things hanging at work to get there on time, and they don't have their ducks in a row. I thought they were just going to update the status of the stones in my kidneys with an office ultra sound. But this is for something different. I had to go get blood drawn before I left. Oh well. They do the best they can, I guess.

Still have the most useless follow up on Friday with the internist. Then the CT scan on Monday, and at the Friday follow up I'll get a lab req, so I'll have to stop there next week, and the following week is the follow up for the CT scan. I don't even feel bad. Like, actually, I feel really good except for my feet which are killing me from my new boots. I haven't even done my pap smear or mammogram or bone density test yet. I'm so overdue, but can't seem to fit them in!

I've got to get a grip.

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And now folks, on to my sisterfriend's last post. I love Harry. She is so much that I admire. I mean HE. Sorry.

I've got my phone all charging, waiting for his call. Harry has called me every night this week. Somehow, we have this telepathic cable between us or something, he knows that I am coming home to oak worms and having conversations with them. Yesterday I was a bit horrified to find myself relating to this pathetic little creature that was soggy and drowning in a puddle. I picked him up and dabbed him with a paper towel, and picked a leaf off of the Rose of Sharon bush to help make him feel safe, and cooed to him. He was on my counter, and I thought I could detect little indications of movement, so was hesitant to write him off as D-E-D, dead. I checked back on him a little later and he was gone, but I found him in the sink, unable to get out of the drain stop. I talked and talked to him and kept telling him to stay out of places like sinks and puddles, that I couldn't help him if he kept doing stupid things.

Keep in mind, my youngest just turned 18. Thats how I'm justifying this dumbness.

Harry must have known that I needed an intelligent life force to buck up against, and she's been with me every night. If she doesn't call soon tonight, I'm going to call her. Sometimes, a lot when I'm driving, my thoughts turn to her, something she said or did, and I pick up the phone and call to see how she is doing, or vent my latest. Inevitably she answers my ring and says, "I was just thinking of you!" Almost always, not just twice. (did you ever notice that if anything happens twice, it becomes always?)

I need to reiterate that this friendship is so special, so precious to me. I don't have any time this year at work to take, but I SO need to visit her and meet the youngest two of her children whom I've never met. When we talk on the phone, Harry often does a bit of mothering while we visit. The kids are so funny. I love it, because I feel almost like I'm there, a part of her world. I want to spend time with M too. Sometimes he shares a little bit of our conversations, e.g.; (when talking about the impending hurricane Hannah) "tell Elf that a big chunk of the arctic the size of Montana fell off today and is heading their way". I love it. So next year, it HAS to be on my agenda...a trip south to share some of H's warm family. I know we may not have much time to ourselves during such a visit, but thats okay. I want to visit her family and share their fun. We'll visit when we're 86 and 100, smoking on the front porch of that farm in Nova Scotia.

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Okay, I told H last night that today was going to be very chilly, but I was wrong. It is tomorrow. And I can feel the temperature changing since I've gotten home, and If I don't go warm up these bones now, I'm never going to get warm for the rest of the night.

Peace to you all, my friends