THE RED TREE in Postcards 4
- Oct. 24, 2018, 3:59 p.m.
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1983: Drawn at work.
I used to jam my journal in my backpack, and take it with me to work every day. Pens and colored pencils too. After a while, my doodles grew into illustrations. I have several of these large and colorful pieces scanned as jpgs. Some of them, I have a spiritual connection to, other’s not. This one just grew from my imagination whole cloth, and I still enjoy it.
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- Himself: Started work beyond early so he could take me for my MRI yet get his 8 hours in. He had a long wait in a darkened waiting room…the folks turned off the lights and went home. Afterwards, we were off for a slice of pizza and shopping at COSTCO. NCIS for desert.
- Myself: Rush hour traffic isn’t too bad from Point Loma to Hillcrest. If I leave home about quarter after, I arrive just before 9. Purging old and tired books was fun. I didn’t have to do them all as I did at the shop. Art, architecture, photography, computers, poetry, and plays. I need to go back to the computer section and pull the outdated Apple stuff now that I have talked to G. The MRI was a lot of clanking and whistling while I held my breath. Half an hour, under warm blankets. That helped. The truth is…I have spent the last few weeks not focused on the diagnosis. Results: Stable 1.5 cm indeterminate left adrenal nodule. Consider a follow-up noncontrast MRI of the abdomen in 12 months to confirm continued stability.
- Reading: ”Miss Buncle Married.” My copy is a very old and yellowed paperback, and it is very hard to read.
- Gratitude’s: Everyone at the library, and everyone at the hospital. Most of all, G.
Last updated October 24, 2018
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