But again, no opening the manuscript. Oh, and I went to bed past midnight and skipped the whole morning routine. Because I finished reading „Deke“ by Eden Finley. And then started the next in the series, „Blindsided“ and it took about ten minutes to sort my ereader out so that I could actually download the book.
So I was a little late making my breakfast, and for once the boy also showed up and my husband at the same time. Which made making breakfast a little chaotic. There was breakfast eventually and crochet and such. I was very determined to work on the novel but then the alarm went off that I had set to remind me to phone the radiologist. First I had to find out the number and find out if maybe there was another way of contacting his office but no.
So I spent the next ten minutes or so on the phone on hold listening to a weird female voice telling me how much time I could save by making an appointment online. Which I already knew because that’s exactly what I had done when I needed an appointment. Finally there was a very nice person on the phone, I explained that my doctor still had not gotten the report from my thyroid scintigram. She assured me that they had sent the report to my doctor via fax, suggested that my doctor’s office should look again and told me that I could find the report in the online portal as well. I thanked her, hung up, went to the online portal that I hadn’t checked for eight days and found – nothing.
So I braced myself and started the whole process again, this time waiting even longer. Again, very nice person and when she told me the report should be in the files in the online portal I was already locked in and – lo and behold there was the report.
My doctor, by the way, had told me there was no way I would get the report. „Imagine it is cancer and the patient sees the report on their own!“ My report does not say anything about cancer. It does recommend further tests but that’s what I had expected all along. Also what the radiologist I had talked to in person had told me.
Next up I decided to brave the phone once more. My doctor had told me to call her on the phone so we could talk about what to do next instead of coming in for an appointment. This time I was on hold for what seemed like an endless amount of time. Listening to Louis Armstrong for a change. The – again – very nice assistant told me the doctor was not in the house. When I asked when she’d be back I was told in ten days.
Still. I tackled the scary phone call, in fact, three scary phone calls and now I know more than before and have a plan of action.
At that point I was pretty sure the weekly cleaning wouldn’t happen, it was already pretty late and I hadn’t even started. But. I started with the dishes, then the usual dusting, sorting recycling and cleaning mirrors when my husband told me that lunch would be half an hour early. He had cooked an easy meal and would be finished early. I did seize the ten minutes I still had left and vacuumed the annex before sitting down to spaghetti with tomato-mushroom sauce:
Lunch was tasty but somehow I managed to have both pieces of parmesan rind that my husband used to add a bit of umami in my portion. I ate the first piece thinking that I had a piece of mushroom with a rather weird mouthfeel. The second time I was on it a bit earlier and decided to spit the whole thing out.
To be fair, the plan had been to fish the parmesan rind out before serving but my husband forgot.
Then I folded laundry, talked with the boy and did the dishes, ate some chocolate, finished cleaning and started a load of laundry. I taught three students, ate dinner, went online for a bit, read some more, hung up laundry, watched some C-drama and did Duolingo. Some more reading and off to bed.
Starting today it will be carnival break, whee!
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