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June 17, 2005

I'm homely!

Finally home from vacation! Let me hit some high notes for yas:

* The beach was both relaxing and exhausting. There's nothing like falling asleep with beach air coming in the window. On the other hand, at one point, there were six boys under the age of 12 simultaneously screaming in the cabin. In the last week I ate crab, flounder, lobster, shrimp, fettucine alfredo and a porterhouse steak. More beachy details to come.

* Thanks go out to Sheila and Joel who did a fantastic job covering for me here. Looking over what they offered in the last week, I could not have asked for more and they provided exactly what I had in mind. Kudos and expressions of gratitude to both. They will keep their keys to the kingdom and I hope they will feel free to keep posting as the urge hits.

* CATscan results: nada so far. I tried early in the week to call the doctor twice. Once, he wasn't in and the other time my cell phone pooped out on me. So we decided to wait until after the vacation for results. I called this morning and - surprise! - the lab hadn't remembered to send the results to my doctor yet. Fine. The nurse said she'd get them faxed right away and to call back in half an hour. Half an hour later, I find out the lab had read the abdomen scans but not the chest scans. Of course, the abodomen scans are meaningless since all my fun tumors are in my chest. And also of course the doctor called to get them to read the chest scans but then had to leave the office and won't be back until Tuesday. I think I can beat the system with an end-around, though. Last time, my specialist in Cleveland wanted copies of the scans on CD, so I called the hospital and picked them up, then found out I could read them on my computer. So tonight I'll call the hospital, tell them my specialist wants a CD copy (which is probably true), then try to pick it up tomorrow. So stay tuned. We're all very interested.

* Flying in a plane for an hour and fifteen minutes is better than driving in a car for twelve hours.

* Anything I missed?

Posted by Dan at June 17, 2005 05:29 PM

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Don't feel too bad about the screaming boys, folks. After all, Mr. PC is the one who yelled out, at 9:30 at night, "let's get ready to go get ice cream!" I think he brought some of the screaming on himself.

Posted by: Mrs. Popping Culture at June 17, 2005 11:11 PM

Definitely sounds like he brought it on himself. What I want to know is why you allowed children in the house? I always make them sleep outside. Builds character.

Posted by: Joel Caris at June 18, 2005 01:10 AM

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