Susan, is this your Dylan? [link]
Spike ,'Get It Done'
Natter 77: I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I talked to every day.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Ugh, Susan, I hate this thing where they send you the raw results before you can get them interpreted. We are not experts in these things! I'm glad folks got back to you and am hoping for the best.
Susan, is this your Dylan?
It is indeed!
Ultrasound/biopsy appointment made...for Feb. 1. Which feels like a long time to wait--certainly too long for a regimen of nothing but junk food and comfort rereads in the interim--but I guess it is what it is.
I prescribe junk food and comfort rereads as needed for the interim. I'm really glad you got to speak to some knowledgeable. Keep reminding yourself that the expert says that it is mostly likely either a false alarm or something caught very early. Be gentle with yourself.
Susan, so hopeful that this turns out to be a whole lot of nothing.
When I was being treated for PE blood clots/anemia etc a few years ago, they sent me to see a hematologist, and nobody mentioned that this guy‘s practice was out of the Rush University Cancer Center. I got off the elevator at the floor they told me, saw all the signage and just about lost my shit. I think most people in medical capacities like this are genuinely trying to be sensitive, but sometimes they really miss the little things that can set off a chain of panic.
Laura, that picture is delightful. I saw it earlier, but I had forgotten the context of the bathing suit.
He insisted on eating outside and had the sliding glass door in his room to sleep, and when he is up he is on the balcony. Generally getting as much warm air as he can before going back to snow next week.
100% me anywhere vaguely tropical.
Susan, I know that Feb 1 sounds like a long time, and once "The Big C" is brought up everything is ten times scarier. But really, Feb 1 is less than 2 weeks away. You got this. And you got us. (And you got permission to apply junk food as needed in the interim).
smonster, I really hope that a solution to the issues you're having with your workplace presents itself very soon.
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Erikaj, I’ve sort of been doing 2 out of 3 for the past year, what with other commitments, travel, COVID, etc. I could probably get by cutting it to half. I would like to stay in touch with some of them.
{{{{Susan}}}}
Oh, Susan, I hope this resolves quickly and with much less stress.
I spent the day with Phil the Gambler and his ladyfriend which was fun.
I gave them a tour of the house and after Phil spent a goodly chunk of the day looking up random properties on Redfin and yelling, "I need to buy a Victorian in San Francisco!"
Jennifer's in town for two events at Sketchfest which is a big Thing now. I guess it's been a thing for a while now, but it's sort of turning into a stateside Fringe Festival. Except less cutting edge and more nostalgia (lots of Kids in the Hall stuff).
I walked them through the Panhandle, picked up some baked goods at Shlok's Bagels and Hahdough's german bakery. Then we ate brunch at Brenda's Meat and Three: [link]
Oh, it's so fucking good. I had a gumbo which was just the thing for the lingering after effects of my head cold and sampled a shrimp Po Boy (which was ridiculously yummy).
We tromped on back through the rain, and I saw that the elusive Brigadoon hat shop (only open Fri-Sun) was open and knowing she was a serious hat fiend, redirected her into the shop. Where she made the owner very happy by dropping serious coin on a couple hats.
Dropped them off at the house, while I drove to Matilda's school to pick up her ceramics projects from last term. (Truly her best work.)
Then came back, and it being after 4pm, walked them through the rain to Alembic (with pit stops at Borderland Books and Booksmith) where they sampled way too many food stuffs, but sometimes you need the blue cheese plate.
Back at home by 6:15 for a lingering-cold-nap. Day well spent despite the dreary weather.