SeaOtter of Bluster

[ismo]

Once again, I followed the pattern of waking up too often in the night, and then sleeping later in the morning. So there wasn't time to do much before we hied ourselves off to the cardiac care building to get a re-do of the stress test that failed so dismally last week. Everything went well this time. I cooled my heels in the waiting room, amusing myself by watching the varieties of people. There was another old guy in shorts and sneakers with no socks. Not the same guy as last week, but a different one. There was an older gentleman (well, heck, they were almost all old!) wearing brown corduroy pants and leather walking shoes. He was reading an actual book while he waited--the only one. The man with a TEAM GM jacket (also with some kind of union logo, but I couldn't peer at him enough to determine if it was the Teamsters for sure) was working on a Word Find book, which almost counts as a book because it is printed material and does contain words, though not in a linear order. Anyway, this week the technetium went down a treat and the pictures were taken, the Sparrowhawk received a slightly less stale package of ritual cheese crackers, and we were allowed to go home. The scans showed up on his portal a bit later in the afternoon, and as far as we lay people could see, there was nothing at all concerning about them. Of course we have to wait for the doctor to give his opinion, which he probably won't until Monday, but so far, it looks good. As the Sparrowhawk said, "Good job, you little ticker!"

When I turned on the news while making dinner, we saw that there was a tornado south of here. There had been a thunderstorm with torrential rain while I was in the waiting room. Probably the weather will be better tomorrow, but I'm already feeling good about not driving to a funeral in the morning. Strawberry Star is going, and she says they will leave at 7 am. I admire her, but no thank you.

Comments

[siriosa]

does every michigan town have, like, central casting? rolodexes full of "elderly guy, shorts, no socks, in winter" and "genteel older lady, with book"? it amuses me to think so.

good job, little ticker indeed.

and it's good to be proved right, in advance, that a slightly difficult decision was the right one.