Many years ago I lived in an apartment complex on the first floor and woke to the sounds of firemen talking outside my window that they were going to have to break in. Someone in the building had reported smelling gas and they had knocked on all the doors. I had managed to sleep through that. Neighbors had apparently told them I was in there. When I heard them I got up and let them in. They never found any issue, but I told them I was cool with them having to break in if they thought I was in trouble. (and apologized for sleeping with earplugs)

In me news, I went to my first PT session yesterday, which was good, and felt better afterward. Then this afternoon I went downstairs to our gym and did all my homework, plus some extra on the arms.

Yay for good PT, Laura. Also, yay for getting back into your house, Sheryl.

Good thoughts for Shrift and Teppy and their dads.

They are...supposedly...releasing DH from the hospital today. He's on a four-week IV ABX before they can do the surgery they need to do, so we'll be doing stop-and-go infusions daily at the hospital. But he'll be out of durance vile while we wait for the surgery date. Thanks so much for all the ~ma. I now release it to those who need it more.

They are...supposedly...releasing DH from the hospital today. He's on a four-week IV ABX before they can do the surgery they need to do, so we'll be doing stop-and-go infusions daily at the hospital. But he'll be out of durance vile while we wait for the surgery date. Thanks so much for all the ~ma. I now release it to those who need it more.

Give B my love. Miss you two. Fingers crossed for him still.

We miss you too, Plei.

He's home. He's a little dazed, wandering around touching things. "I miss the hospital noises." He's napping. It's beyond wonderful to have him home, see him better, and know there's an endpoint to this, and a positive resolution Thanks everybody for the good thoughts. Most appreciated. And now I nap, too.

I’m glad he’s home, Beverly.

I have a mammogram tomorrow morning. They generally aren’t painful for me. But going in, I always wonder if this is the one that will change my life—in a bad way. Still, better to find things than not, if things are to be found.

But going in, I always wonder if this is the one that will change my life—in a bad way.

The word I have learned for this is: "scanxiety."

The word I have learned for this is: "scanxiety."

That is a perfect word, and I feel it at every mammogram, every colonoscopy (because of family history I've been having them every 3 years or so since my mid-30s), and even a little bit with every year's bloodwork at my annual physical.

Scanxiety sound accurate.

Good Monday! Why do I say it is so good? It is Beverly's birthday! I'm relieved that you have your DH home with you. May you have a relaxed and lovely day and may the year to come bring an abundance of health and happiness to your lives.