I still haven’t had Dr. Pepper. Today was the hardest day so far. I really wanted one for my trip back to Norman. Hmmm. Sugar. Caffeine.
I made it through my CT Scan this weekend. It took them three tries to get a vein, but after that, it was easy. The Banana Smoothie flavored, Barium Sulfate (ide?), was not entirely puke-alicious. I got it all down with only making two faces and no gag-reflexes.
Mom agrees with my last email. My hate of cabbage is connected with cancer. She reminded my that Bass has numerous decorative cabbages, especially by the main door and the door to the radiology department. Once upon a time, I had my own parking place at the radiology department at Bass…wasn’t I special. I’ve never had a handicapped parking thing though.
New goal. I never want to have to accept the golf cart to get from the parking lot to the hospital building at St. Mary’s. It’s a beautiful system, especially for the older adults who are visiting. But I refuse to ride the thing when I can move my own two feet.
That’s it for today. I should talk about the lovely 30th anniversary that my home-church had for my pastor and his wife. Can you believe a pastor has stayed at one church so long? He’s definitely a surrogate parent for me…and many others. Hawley without the Lillie family, just wouldn’t be the same. We’re lucky. In the meantime, there was a pot luck that would have amazed even Garrison Keillor. Eat your socks off. (That’s my new phrase. Created the first time on accident.)
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