Just got off the phone with the doctor, and he gave me some good news for a change. He said my recent round of poking and prodding produced nothing of a significant nature and that I am okay.
Which after what I have been thru here lately is definitely a boost for me.
With six visits to the ER in the last two years and the operating room twice, it has taken a toll on the fuel fund, let me tell you. Now I can sit back and take it in, one day at a time, without so much as a hint of anxiety.
So there is good news and there is bad.
First the good, the prognosis is great for a change, which is a most welcome relief. Now the bad, it appears that I am going to be around a little while longer.
So here is the game plan boys & girls … I plan on increasing my sarcasm by a measure of at least 18% and today I am going to town to celebrate with a BLT.