The GI doctor could see me today or in ten days but not in between. I should have called Richard from work for a ride but it just didn’t feel imperative and I didn’t.
I spent too much of the night kicked awake, remembering all the times…hoping this would be nothing.
Let’s not. Let’s just really not. (Was it 17 projects, I think was the number, tumbling out of that grocery sack with a list of people I hadn’t found yet but I knew he could, and the surgeon exclaiming, I get to play Santa Claus?! He thought that was so cool.)
A week from Monday hopefully my good doctor and I will have a laugh and a phew! together and that will be that.