Managed to get up a little before 8, dragged DS2 out of bed and dressed him and fed him breakfast then took him to Atrium, then went to the grocery store, got home put groceries away then dashed out to pick up DS2. Came home for about 30 minutes and then went out to pick up DS1.
Since it was a cold and rainy day (the first official day of our second season here, aka Not Summer), traffic picking DS1 up was worse than it has been lately with the road construction right in front of the school... I was stuck for literally 25 minutes. It's just stupid. The DOT has totally mismanaged this road construction project from my perspective, but what do I know? Why couldn't they have prioritized this stretch of road for the summer when the school was closed? It's the only school on the road, for heaven's sake! OK, enough of that pointless rant...
Got home with DS1, had about 20 minutes before I had to go pick up DH, who drove me up to my surgeon's office. I wasn't sure how the intense highway driving would affect my neck, plus I wasn't sure what the news would be regarding the stuff they took out, and I wanted him there for moral support.
We got up there pretty early and walked across the street to the hospital's Starbucks to get me a humongous mocha. (mmmmmmm) It was perfect in the drizzly damp chill. Then we walked back through the maze of hospital corridors and across the street, making sure the parking lot security guard saw us return -- he had vetted us for a quick trip for the coffee, no more. Apparently, they have a huge problem with people taking their parking spaces for trips to the hospital. How rude. However, we were legit customers of the building, the coffee thing was just a detour.
Everything went well with the surgeon. As I expected, he took off the steri-strips. He did a nice slow even peel, and it didn't hurt. I have a cool scar now:
The swelling should go down over the next few days and the bruising I hope will disappear entirely, and there won't be much to see there at all. Cool.
The biopsy report, while not good (tons and tons of cancer), was good in one respect: all the cancer was well-differentiated papillary thyroid cancer, which means anything that's left will be knocked off by the RAI. That was a huge relief.
After that, DH and I drove back to his office, and then I went to Toys'R'Us and shopped for DD (My Little Pony Palace! Barbie Princess & the Pauper! DVDs galore!), then Sam's Club (*sob* they don't carry the grated parmesan I like anymore!) and then to Joanne's for a costume for DS1: he wants to be the Grim Reaper, and I found this awesome pattern and cool fabric. It's going to be incredible but I can't believe I volunteered myself for it... What was I thinking?
Finding the pattern and picking out the fabric took forever, so I didn't get home until 5? 5:30? I don't know, but I was flattened by that time. Mom made dinner, it was awesome, and I have been basically useless since then this evening, bouncing from one thing to another and accomplishing nothing.
But I'm happy anyway:
This is the kind of goofy picture that results when idiots like me take self-portraits at arm's length with their digital cameras. But I like this picture because I can see my resemblance to my Dad in it. Plus I think you can see some of the relief I'm feeling after today's post-op follow up.
Rosie is doing a lot better today, she even climbed up to one of her favorite perches, the top of the old CPU. She moved slowly while getting there, but she made it. She still has weakness and uncoordination of her hind legs, but not as bad as before. We are all encouraged by her improvement.
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