Preparing for Surgery.
I came home after the morning gig and I took a nap on my brand new 'Salute to Prince' sheets. I'm not done thinking about Prince(are you?) and purple is a nice color to sleep on. Instead of another droopy dog bed, I got Grantley a children's sleeping bag with blue mooses on it so the bedroom is prepared.
An hour or so later, I wake up to hear squeals and a ball bouncing. Yup, I think, so now I'm awake and who-pray tell- are these children? This building where I live is not a real kid-friendly building or would it be more descriptive to say we never get Trick or Treaters.
I gather my trusty k-9 and we go downstairs and I stand in the gangway until I get the attention of the teacher of this brand-new-ish Montessori after-school school that lives on our corner. Or that is trying to live on our corner. She's got three students.
I did the, hey do you have a minute? routine but I think the most hilarious thing was the back of my hair was willy-nilly because I just woke up. I thought it added to the coo-coo bird appearance I hoped to convey.
Do you know I've never done that before? Actually confronting a neighbor kind of person face-to-face? It is so not my style. Welllll she didn't intend to bother anyone and I questioned the wisdom of using our buildings mutual gangway as a playground(it's all cement and sharp corners and bedroom windows and one of them is mine) and she wanted to know when it was that I'd prefer it to be quiet and I felt like saying something like: hmm how about FOREVER but I said I really couldn't put a time on it but that'd I'd need it to be especially quiet next week. Sil vous plait.
I get braver and braver by the minute, no?
So the hematologist call. It is supremely difficult to understand my doctor-not because she's anything another other than incredibly well spoken and patient and everything, but the things she talks about-I don't know what they are. It'd be like somebody calling you up to say you have Sdpieurt' Pierj'peqer Otkfhg'oierutv syndrome.
You're like, wait, what? I just got new gym shoes.
These were the old ones. I really liked them a lot.
So the word was: Myeloproliferative. And what she said was, go ahead with the thyroid surgery, we'll talk about this on the 27th/Something we have to watch. And I said, I think you and I are going to be spending some time together, huh. And she said, that's okay with me, how about you? And I said, sure.
And after I did a bit of googling, what I found was this: http://www.cancer.gov/images/cdr/live/CDR554337.jpg and I thought Holy Mutha of Jayzuz, they're giving me SERIOUS drugs if that's gonna happen and I felt a teeny wave of incredible overwhelm-atude come over me and that's when I dialed up the Employee Assistance Program.
(To be continued)