Let's Wrap This Up, Shall We?
The next, and hopefully last, step in my 2025 medical sojourn is scheduled for mañana. While out walking on Pilot Butte, I finally got the call informing me that I have the early appointment tomorrow for Nigel’s inspection. Of course, since Nigel is a blood vessel, that means I’m getting another hole in a vein or artery. This time, though, it’s in an arm, so the joy is getting spread around a bit, after one in each femoral artery and one in my neck a few weeks ago. And no general anesthesia either, just temporary euphoria generated by a Musk-like cocktail of ketamine or similar.
Even with that, they’d be yelling at me if I were to drive, so I’ll be walking to and from the hospital. That’ll teach ‘em! Actually, I’m staying about a kilometer away, so it makes sense anyway. I’m anticipating they’ll require another person anyway, so I’ve conspired with another to say they’re on the way and I’ll meet them outside. What’re they going to do, tackle me to the ground and tie me to a chair?
I’m anticipating the results to be a big, fat nothingburger; Nigel is fine, and so am I. So much so, that I’ve only booked my car through Wednesday night in anticipation of an exit flight on Thursday. I don’t think I’m being Pollyannish but on the other hand, I’m not overconfident. I haven’t actually booked an exit flight yet. That’d be foolish.
I’d thought to ideate (doncha love that word?) an exit even sooner, but I have an in-person followup appointment on Tuesday. I could have made that one virtual, I suppose. Oh well. There are worse places to hang out and while away a day or two. It’s not a great hardship. This way, I have time to go visit the fossil beds I passed while traversing OR, and do a little exploring. One of the sites is a little over an hour’s drive away, so no biggie. Maybe I’ll go on Saturday when it’s supposed to be freaking unseasonably chilly.
Alrighty. Time to wrap up the adventure de mi corazon.
Be kind and take care of yourselves. If you can, care for someone else, too.
Slang, out.