139/365 Waiting room woes

The orthodontia is paid off, monetarily, anyhow. We still have to pay in time. Check-ups every 4-5 weeks. And sometimes we're back in the office on the off weeks for repairs. All those emergency-we-will--try-to-squeeze-her-in-c'mon-down-and-wait appointments that occur out of the blue. Breaking the brace or the wire is understandable if she were trying to crack walnuts with her teeth, but she broke a brace on a slice of bread! And it wasn't even whole grain! What a primitive science. I guess it will be worthwhile when one day I will sit in the theater, proud mama (probably up in the balcony somewhere) and be dazzled by the perfect pearly whites. Maybe by then I will have forgotten the hours I spent reading two-year old issues of People and Women's World.

106/365 The Ill Don't Suffer Alone

No, this isn't a duplicate post. It's just that life is turning out to be a lot like Groundhog Day. Back in the basement of Shands Hospital Nuclear Medicine waiting room. Supposedly the isotope is circulating where it needs to be. EG has an hour's worth of imaging going on to see if they can locate the tear. As for me...waiting room, jumpy nerves, and my daily dose of The Price is Right on the waiting room TV. If his testing runs long, I may even catch up with today's episode of Judge Joe Brown.

105/365 Another day, another hospital waiting room

The sun is shining, the storm is over, and I'm in the basement waiting room of the Nuclear Medicine department at Shands Jacksonville. EG is upstairs where they are inserting a radioactive isotope into his body. Hopefully it will circulate with his cerebrospinal fluid and show them where the tear/leak is happening. Then it can be zipped up, by whatever means, and life can continue for us all.

Until I hear an update, it's Facebook Scrabble, waiting-room-tv-soap operas and frazzled nerves for me. Worse for him: painful headaches, double vision, and complete helplessness. Enough already!

104/365 Waiting through a Windstorm

The doctor didn't call until sometime past noon today. Just as well to stay in on this stormy, windy morning. I think there's half an oak tree in the pool. Poor Polly, our Polaris Pool cleaner. She can hardly keep up with the tree droppings. Big clean-up job for me when the weather clears.

Doctor called and the conversation went something like this. "Why aren't you at the hospital, undergoing the cisternogram? They didn't call you? You didn't talk to them? You're supposed to be there today! We're gonna' find that leak. I'm calling them right now, I'll call you back."

The storm is over, but the wait continues.