it's all good

I talked to the scheduler first thing this morning to clear up this referred-to-a-surgeon business. She assured me that it's more like a central clearing station, and that they would review my records and decide where to send me. OK. She also said it would probably not be until next week that they get back to me.

While DS2 was in school, I popped over to volunteer as an aide for 3rd grade math. Unfortunately I was too late for DS1's class, but I was able to help for about an hour with one of the other classes. I did some manual labor for the teacher, putting packets of worksheets together, and in between times helped some of the kids figure out their problems. I liked it a lot. But then again, I got to leave after an hour. I wonder how I would last if I knew it was going to be from 8AM until 3PM? Ha!

After lunch, the point person from Houston called. You could've knocked me off my chair with a feather on that one. In typical fashion, the endo had only sent her letter and my records from my 9/2 appointment, nothing else! So I put together a history of my thyroid cancer experience and faxed it over along with the operating report, the pathology report, and the radiology report after my initial round of RAI. Ten pages, all of which should have been unnecessary - but at least now I know they have the whole story, and they'll figure out who I should see. I'm just letting that go for now, and figuring I'm OK until someone tells me otherwise.

It was another "Y day," and DS2 still loves going to the play center (as we call the child care center) there. I did five laps and then yoga and it is just soooo nice. I should have done this years ago.

I don't know whether I had a mild case of Minocyclin-flu or what, but my RA is finally calming down and I am not so horribly creaky. Even my digestion seems better today; I haven't taken any immodium, and lately I have been eating them like candy (not really, max 4 a day) -- but also having horrible ab pains. Who needs that? I stopped taking it today to see what would happen and no pains. Also no dire digestive emergencies, either. So far so good.

Just before supper, my middle sister called to say her new grandson was born this evening, all the way across the country in Massachusetts. By the time I get to see that baby, he'll be a year old. I had to laugh because she was so happy that the baby had finally arrived (he was quite late) that she didn't even ask about his name. There is plenty of time for all that, though. We are all happy that both mom and baby are healthy.