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Marmot of Shadow
Oct. 11th, 2021 10:07 pmThought I was recovering--and I am, overall--but weirdly, I woke up at the usual 4 am. The headache was back, along with the pain in the arm and shoulder on the injection side, and an elevated temperature. Misery. Fortunately, I was able to go back to sleep until 6:30, when I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep, because just to make everything wonderful, I had a mammogram appointment at 9. I knew I'd oversleep if I dozed off again. I took the back way to the imaging place. It's a winding road where the speed limit is 25 much of the way, as opposed to the zippy four-lane streets. Lots of trees and pretty houses. I still managed to get slightly bollixed up when I got there, because it's a small city of medical buildings and driveways, but eventually I got there.
They have renovated the place since I was last there. The waiting room now looks like the "after" part of some HGTV makeover: all shades of tasteful grey and muted green with designer chairs and silver accessories and paintings of Lake Michigan. Very posh. I thought it would be nice if they offered some hot towels and lemon water, but no. They didn't go quite that far. The ol' panini press is just the same though. I felt like some underproofed bread dough being pushed into a mold for a Bake Off extravaganza. (Can you tell I've been watching too much "reality" TV?) I can't enter a medical facility any more without feeling an immense grief for mortal flesh, including my own, so it wasn't a fun time. I can't complain about the technician, who was kind and deft. I was also very happy that I don't have mobility issues and could stride through the parking lot under my own steam to retrieve my car and go home.
Recently, I was downstairs in my WATERPROOF basement, getting some laundry out of the dryer, and noticed some water on the floor in front of the dryer. I looked up, to see where it might have come from, and there was clearly a wet place between two of the floorboards above me. I went upstairs into the kitchen and figured out that it must have come from the vicinity of the dishwasher. So, today the dishwasher repair service was scheduled to come and look at it. When I got home, I left the Sparrowhawk to wait for them, and went upstairs supposedly to shower, make the bed, and put away laundry. But, on the other hand, the unmade bed was right there . . . An hour later, I woke up and there I was too. The repair person came and went. He said he thought he knew what the problem was, but he couldn't get in there and look until he had a new part to put in. Meanwhile we'll be washing the dishes by hand.
Today may have been the last really warm day. We sat out in the yard for awhile. I talked to Queenie. While the Sparrowhawk was at the gym, I tried to call my California cousin. It was just the way talking to my mother used to be. I tried three times, and each time he tried to make some adjustment to the phone, and ended up cutting me off. On the last try, it went through to his voice mail, so I left a message to say I loved him and would try again tomorrow. At least I know he's still alive. I ate the last of the noodles. I fell asleep again. The storm front arrived with a hail of rain and thunder, and then passed, leaving cooler air. This is really not fun at all, and I hope I'll be better tomorrow.
They have renovated the place since I was last there. The waiting room now looks like the "after" part of some HGTV makeover: all shades of tasteful grey and muted green with designer chairs and silver accessories and paintings of Lake Michigan. Very posh. I thought it would be nice if they offered some hot towels and lemon water, but no. They didn't go quite that far. The ol' panini press is just the same though. I felt like some underproofed bread dough being pushed into a mold for a Bake Off extravaganza. (Can you tell I've been watching too much "reality" TV?) I can't enter a medical facility any more without feeling an immense grief for mortal flesh, including my own, so it wasn't a fun time. I can't complain about the technician, who was kind and deft. I was also very happy that I don't have mobility issues and could stride through the parking lot under my own steam to retrieve my car and go home.
Recently, I was downstairs in my WATERPROOF basement, getting some laundry out of the dryer, and noticed some water on the floor in front of the dryer. I looked up, to see where it might have come from, and there was clearly a wet place between two of the floorboards above me. I went upstairs into the kitchen and figured out that it must have come from the vicinity of the dishwasher. So, today the dishwasher repair service was scheduled to come and look at it. When I got home, I left the Sparrowhawk to wait for them, and went upstairs supposedly to shower, make the bed, and put away laundry. But, on the other hand, the unmade bed was right there . . . An hour later, I woke up and there I was too. The repair person came and went. He said he thought he knew what the problem was, but he couldn't get in there and look until he had a new part to put in. Meanwhile we'll be washing the dishes by hand.
Today may have been the last really warm day. We sat out in the yard for awhile. I talked to Queenie. While the Sparrowhawk was at the gym, I tried to call my California cousin. It was just the way talking to my mother used to be. I tried three times, and each time he tried to make some adjustment to the phone, and ended up cutting me off. On the last try, it went through to his voice mail, so I left a message to say I loved him and would try again tomorrow. At least I know he's still alive. I ate the last of the noodles. I fell asleep again. The storm front arrived with a hail of rain and thunder, and then passed, leaving cooler air. This is really not fun at all, and I hope I'll be better tomorrow.
