thomas update!

Finally got our letter from Cincinnati Children’s today!

Six appointments on Monday. One is mine – I have my CT angiogram and have to be in radiology for that at 9am.

While I’m having that done, Thomas has a meeting with Dr Goebel in another building.

Then, at 10, we have a sitting with the transplant surgeon – or they do, if I’m not out yet.

At 11, we have a transplant seminar to sit through.

At 2p – Thomas has his anesthesia eval

At 5p – Thomas has his psych eval

Just reading all that is wearing me out.

click here to read an eplanation of what I’m having done Monday

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overheard in my bedroom

me (yelling): don’t come closer, moron!
him: i have to come closer.
me: DON’T COME CLOSER!
him: i have to bend it to make room to put my fingers in!

(getcher mind outta the gutter! we were folding sheets!)

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thomas update!

[spammed all over the net]

July 24th – is going to be a very busy day. Come to find out, it took so long to organize because the hospital was having issues with David’s insurance for some reason.

Thomas has stuff to do, and I’ll be having a CAT-Scan. My test is at 9:30am. I have to be there at 9am; they said I’d be finished at 10:30. Debbie read off a long list of things I can and can’t do can and can’t eat, but she’s sending me a letter that will have all that on it – even though I wrote everything down and stuck it here on the monitor.

After we’re both finished at the hospital in Cincinnati, we’ll cross the river and go to the clinic in Kentucky to see Dr Goebel. Then, at one, there’s more to do, and again more stuff at five. :eye rollage:

I’ll keep everyone updated!

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this way lies galloping melancholia …

I saw one put a hollow reed to his lips. It was a forlorn, sweet air that he played, an ancient forgotten strain learned of a shepherding woman upon the hills. The Song of Songs it was that he played: and the beating of hearts was heard, and I heard sighs, and a voice like a distant bird-song rose and fell. “Play me a song of Death,” I said. Then he who had the hollow reed at his lips smiled, and he played again the Song of Songs.

(By: Fiona MacLeod (William Sharp, 1855-1905) The Silence of Amor)

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