The Mormons have what they call Seminary, and around here all the high schools have special building right next to the school, generally on school land, where the first couple of hours of the day are spent learning about the Mormon church. Yes, non-LDS bitch about this, and their kids either get to be singled out and stared at as they sit in study hall or they go to Seminary and try to blend in. What, intentional? Subversive indoctrination? For shame! Yes, officially, there is separation of church and state, but in Utah that means the legislature can't officially call up the Church HQ and say, "What do you want done on this bill?" The Church can only "advise."
Anyway, re: Hubby (imagining people going, "To hell with the people in the funny underwear! Tell us!")
He has Acid Reflux. Shadow? There was a shadow? Didn't see anything in that region. There's some acid damage in the esophagus and he's got a prescription acid-fighter (Acipur? Don't have the prescription handy) to take. "For the rest of his life" said the doctor, who was busy pulling on his coat because he was headed home. He's like that, the last time we were in for a colon checkup, he said, "You're clean, see you in five years," as he was literally heading out the door.
Next on the schedule, mid-March, arthro--athro--hell, they're going to send in a little camera and a laser and, to quote Hubby, "burn out little pieces of my heart." Slash-and-burn to take the glitchy rhythm-setter off line so that the back-up that's trying to act stops getting interference. To quote Hubby again, "I'm not going to die of a heart attack. I'm going to die by getting run over by some damned driver who was in a hurry, and the light was only a little red, and why on earth would there be a pedestrian in the crosswalk anyway?"
Then, mid-July, another spinal fusion. This should relieve the agony in the nerves on his right side.
By the end of summer--is that bitch Fate listening?--I could have my Hubby back.