HOPE in Postcards 4

Hope at last.

George took this day off to be with me as I made my rounds. CT Scan at 0845, and I surprised the clerk with all the right paperwork.

Then I was off to work where I discovered a donation of hundreds of cookbooks. Yes, another volunteer sorted while I priced and got them ALL out on the floor. G picked me up and we had time to shop at Amvets Thrift store where I found a pair of red Bass sports shoes but not the brown/tan ragg sweater I’ve been looking for. Progress.

At the gastroenterologist’s office, where we found a parking place right out in front, again I had all the right paperwork. I also found that the young Gastroenterologist had a sense of humor.

The newest CT scan had been read. Thousands of questions asked. As I laid on his table, he asked me to do a crunch. He poked me right where the pain was. I levitated upright in agony while G and the doctor laughed. Then I laughed too. A diagnosis appeared. Either a torn abdominal wall or a strained abdominal wall muscle.

Take two Advil a day, and in two weeks we will take a look and see what we can see.

It’s amazing how much better I feel with a little hope in hand.

Dear G took me out to dinner at PF Chang’s and off to a meeting. We fell asleep watching TV well before ten.