the results show: part one

Gumby's lab tests came back and they're all fine. The doctor wasn't in to "interpret" them for me, but I kind of leaned on the on-call nurse to give me the numbers anyway. I can interpret them pretty well on my own. He only had one test that was out of the "normal" range and it was just barely over the line. I asked one of our docs what that could mean and he said it could mean that I should forget about it, because it didn't mean anything. You've gotta love ER docs. They've got the whole bedside manner thing down. So tomorrow I'll chat with Gumby's doctor and take it from there. The stomach aches? Gone. The fear from my little guy regarding the stomach aches? Quite present, thank you. Is there a lab test for anxiety?



I had thought that switching my schedule was a done deal, but there was a snag and I'm off today after all. Of course, this means I have to work Friday and so will have to leave my dog at the vets overnight. I almost have myself convinced - since there's nothing I can do about it - that he'll be better off anyway. If he's in pain they can give him something for it. The FX (my new name for the Film Geek, please note the movie reference) volunteered to pick him up, but he'd still be at home alone for several hours. On the subject of the FX, I do have to say that when he heard about the surgery the first thing he did was get on the floor and hug the dog. And the second thing he did was say that he was paying for half of the surgery. Something about doggie support. I certainly didn't expect him to do that, but I sure will take him up on it.



There's not really much more news. Things are still kind of blah, although Gumby's test results lightened my mood enormously. There's a big storm moving in and I have all of my bedroom windows open and a big fuzzy chenille blanket to wrap up in while it pours. Surely we're too far north to be feeling any trace of Gustav, but our temperature is supposed to go from mid-80's today to low 60's Thursday, with lots of rain in the forecast. And boy, is the wind blowing. Something tells me I'm going to sleep well tonight. And I'm going to start right now.



As always...



Thanks for listening to me. And for sending all the good wishes our way. You all deserve medals.