Yesterday afternoon my husband had an abdominal CT scan to make sure there wasn't anything nasty before this morning's procedure. On the way home (a 6.5 mile drive), I decided to check our home voice mail in case there was anyone who needed a call back before 5 pm and there was a message from the doctor with the results (which were clear). So we punched out of the parking garage at about the same time the doctor called us. He was clearly waiting for the results to pop up on his computer.
That is the quickest results ever in my memory. Way better than me having to call a week later to find out pathology. But now that I know it can be done in minutes, I can push a little harder, if and when the situation merits.
This morning I am sitting here drinking tea, that I had to make and go get in the kitchen myself (because the coffee delivery system (Walter) is not functioning this morning as he doesn't get any), before we leave for the hospital in 30 minutes. I would be happy to still be lying in bed but Walter gets to get that ever popular flexible sigmoidoscopy this morning. His goal is to be able to order pizza for dinner and start eating what he wants. My goal is to have a less crabby, less unhappy husband.
We are clearly hoping for a successful procedure here. Today I also have to remember to call the vet back about kitty and the lymphedema lady about getting my fashionable accessory - compression sleeve. Somewhere in there I also need to go to the gym. But now I have 28 minutes before we have to leave. I am sitting here in my bathrobe, wet hair, and not having done any of my exercises do I need get off my butt and get moving.