Will just called me back to double check on me. He said I sounded a little "out of it" but that's because I was half a sleep and trying to deal with the pain.
The bleeding has stopped but he offered to come and take me to the walk in clinic if I needed it (for the cold or the thumb, I said I'm okay) so tomorrow he's going to get me a new fan.
I'm finally hot and uncomfortable so I pulled out another fan and have that going. If tomorrow is as hot as it's forecast to be I may be spending a long time in the library.
Ginger, I'm so glad the scans came back with good news. I'm not so glad that you have four broken ribs. Healing~ma to you.
Aww, askye, that does sound miserable.
Scan shows progress! Yay!
Excellent news, Ginger! Your red blood cells are Amazon warriors! But four broken ribs, jaysus. Glad your doctor is all, "Here, have some drugs!"
bonny, Cagney looks so sweet, cuddling up behind you in your office chair. I hope your heart is healing, even if slowly. I think of you a lot.
askye, good grief, I'm glad you're getting a new fan! We should not live in fear of appliance attack.
That's great news, Ginger. I hope your ribs heal quickly.
Fantastic news, Ginger! Though I am sorry about your ribs - OUCH!
{{{{Bonny}}}} Happy Solstice, dear one. Cagney is so lucky to have you.
Thanks Pix. I'm happier than sad. Though, I did choke up today when two toddlers...one my next door neighbor and the other, the sprog of my bff...each, independently mentioned me and Bartleby to their mothers.
Last night the neighbor boy asked to say his prayers (which apparently is not encouraged in his house) so that he could tell God that Bartleby was his favorite and that he misses him.
I was completely floored by this as the child is only 3 years old! I can't believe he even remembers Bartleby.
bonny, Cagney looks so sweet, cuddling up behind you in your office chair. I hope your heart is healing, even if slowly. I think of you a lot.
Me too, you...on the thinking often front...Zen. I hope you and the fur babies are keeping cool.
Cagney really is a sweetie. SO cuddly and lap-sitty.
He won't ever take Bartleby's place in my heart, but he is carving out his own.
Right now, he is chowing down on a huge beef neck bone. How lucky is he that he moved in across the street from a butcher shop, eh?
My god, Ginger! I'm glad you have both a diagnosis and good news. Oh, and painkillers.
bonny, I am learning that it's not quick or easy but that our hearts do begin to heal. Or at least not feel like a raw nerve always.
I am glad you are opening your heart to Cagney.
I tried to post earlier on the Kindle, but I don't think it took. And if I say it twice, so much the better. Woohoo good test results!
