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It is morning
I am going to have a little soapbox rant about stupid cutesy girls in power.
I got up this morning. That has become an amazing thing. My left arm was numb as usual. No, I didn’t have a heart attack overnight. I stumbled to the bathroom. Hey! I had lost 2 pounds! That was the end of the good news.
Someone had called at 8 am. I pulled up voicemail and listened to a cutesy baby voice vomit words I could not understand. I called the number. Turned out a doctor wanted an appointment… in FOUR months. All this before coffee.
Now I’m drinking the last half cup of leftover cold coffee. Nobody wastes this black gold in my house. Specially not me. I’m thinking about that doctor’s office. And growling.
You see, Eugene had a couple of tests two weeks ago. One was a colon test and the other was them looking down his throat. I never caught the fancy name for the throat test. Yesterday he got the letter saying they didn’t find cancer.
My problem started when I tried to make sense of the paper listing the preparations they demanded. It was bad enough they wanted this diabetic to fast the day before the test. They also wanted him to not take certain medicines. I could understand him not taking the weekly diabetes shot for that week, but they wanted him to refrain from taking it the week before the procedures.
