I Told My Doctor I Loved Him...

Eric was in the room. I think they're both ok with that. Especially considering that moments after the love profession both my oncologist and my husband started picking on me. What else is new? Boys...

So, the upshot of a rather complicated morning (wrong orders, no yucky drinks -- oh, darn -- and failure to prescribe premeds) is that:
1. My bloodwork is fine
2. My CT looks fine
3. I'm free until the 22nd of April from any more tests
4. Yippie!

In the last two weeks (read: Trela insane with nervous energy) I've painted my hallway, the trim in the hallway, the kitchen, and the doorway between the kitchen and living room. I also (randomly) painted a tree (which I must say looks pretty cool... and even Eric likes it). I had to sleep (and then work) or the back hall also would be re-wallpapered (one wall in my house MUST always be wallpaper in recognition of my Aunt Mary) and painted.

The problem is now I have coats in my office, pictures to be rehung, shoes under my table, and no curtains. (They're in the garage, patiently waiting to be hemmed.) Since I've been given the all-clear, my motivation is slacking a bit... if only I could harness that energy and use it when I'm tired! We have company coming this weekend so hopefully I'll pull it together before then. I've decided it's much like the nesting I went through before the kids were born -- except I'm a lot more mobile and now it happens quarterly instead of only once a year. Hmm. Probably no oncology study on that... my doctor claims I'm normal, but frankly I think he was just trying to make up for picking on me.

I texted a bunch of people with my happy results and one of those was my new principal. He texted back a very simple, but appropriate "THANK GOD."

I did.

I am.

I will continue to do so.

But thanks for the reminder.

Carpe diem. -- Trela