Monday, December 5, 2022

All Is Probably Well


It's been another what-a-day around here and that involved walking down the endless hallway you see there. 

I haven't talked about the results of Mr. Moon's MRI that he got a few weeks ago. It showed...something...in his calf. The ultrasound he'd gotten two weeks before had also shown something there. He originally got that scan because he had pain and tenderness in the back of his leg and wanted to make sure he didn't have a blood clot before he jumped on a plane to go back to Canada for Hunting Adventure Part II. 
While he was in Canada, his calf and ankle and foot swelled tremendously and he had some knee pain which he attributed to the knee injury he'd gotten while on Canadian Hunting Adventure I. And he did not send me any pictures and he did not tell me about the seriousness of the swelling until right before he came home because he knew I'd yell at him and TELL HIM TO GO TO A DOCTOR! Which I hear they do have in Canada.
I believe I have already related some of this along with his appointment with his doctor's NP who said, "I have no idea what is causing this swelling and I want you to get an MRI."
Which he did. Which showed up the same...something...that the scan had showed two weeks before. 
So Mr. Moon's doctor wanted him to go see a surgeon he recommended for the possibility of exploratory surgery to see what was what and today was the day of that appointment. 
Our good friend Kelly, the surgical tech, had given this surgeon an A-1 rating and we trust her opinion. 
The surgeon's office is at the end of that hallway and we laughed about it a lot. Jessie came with us because she is the nurse and also because she wanted to and she could and of course we were very glad to have her there. 
The doctor was great, he actually "engaged" as Glen said. After hearing the history of this situation and looking at the leg, he seems prone to think that this is related to the knee injury and not something more sinister but he is arranging for an ultra-scan directed needle biopsy. We are hoping to find fluid or blood which would indicate that the injury theory is correct. But whatever, they are going to send off whatever they find to make sure. 

So we've been worrying about that, of course, but we felt better and more relieved when we walked back down that long, lonesome, shiny hallway to the elevators. And then of course we went to lunch! 

I had wanted to try out a new Mediterranean restaurant and Jessie had been there and liked it so off we went. I was not overly thrilled. The food was good and the flavors too but the way it worked involved too many choices for me. You could order various dishes that you then sort of "built" with two proteins here and a grain there and some sauces here and different vegetables and so on. At the end of it all, I decided that I would rather go to my old favorite, the Pitaria, order the vegetarian platter and get my hummus in one place, my grape leaves in another, my falafel and tabouli in two other places which allows for going from one delicious bite to a different one. 
I am old. 
It also made me feel terrible that the people who were serving had to explain and describe the process over and over and over again to everyone who came in. I would go insane in less than an hour. 
But it was fun because we were together and like I said, I found no fault in the food. 

Mr. Moon and I both were exhausted when we got home. No one wants to go to a doctor's appointment like that and even if it results in what is probably good news, it is still stressful. Lately my anxiety in stressful situations involves a lot of dissociation and brain fuzz. It's hard to focus on anything and I can feel parts of me shutting off and shutting down. It takes awhile to come back to myself and I'm not quite there yet. Mr. Moon sat in his chair and fell asleep for a quick nap and then went out to the garage to do something auto-related. I did laundry and a little mending.
So we are fine. 
Only slightly traumatized. 

Here's what the sky looked like last night before I went to bed. 



Almost as dramatic as I am. 

Love...Ms. Moon



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  1. Goodish news on the leg. If the surgeon isn't concerned then neither will we be.
    Those restaurants annoy me. YOU'RE the expert in food and what goes with what. Put it together and bring it to me. If I want to build a meal I can do that at home.
    Your sky is indeed dramatic but in a beautiful calming way. Like you, dear lady.

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    1. Precisely, Ms. Merlot- y'all are the chefs here! Bring me what YOU think is good. But I think a lot of people like that sort of thing. Do you have Moe's where you live? Probably not. But it's a sort of Mexican place where you can do the same thing- build your own tacos and burritos. Not that many choices so it's not bad.
      Thank you for that last paragraph.

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  2. That sky is lovely. I'm glad the news wasn't worse and I do understand the stress of things like that. I'm glad Jessie was there.

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    1. It's always helpful to have one of our kids with us in situations like that. We were very glad she was there.

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  3. I can see how you'd just like to know once and for all what's going on. But it sounds pretty reassuring up to now.
    The restaurant sounds like the food version of self service at the grocery which I hate! If I'm hungry i just want to make one or two decisions and wait for the plate to arrive. Not write an exam on it

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    1. And I wasn't even sure what some of the ingredients were. I mean, I had a vague idea but mostly it was point and hope.

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  4. Well, I know these things are traumatizing, and even though today’s doctor offered hopeful news, I know you’re still worrying about your love. It is the way of it, of love, but it doesn’t make it easier until all is resolved. Which it soon will be. You’re doing the exact right thing pursuing answers, and healing will follow. In the meantime, deep breaths my loves. All will be well.

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    1. It will be resolved soon, I know. And I will be so glad to find out that it is nothing serious at all.

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  5. That hallway is just begging you to take your shoes off and slide all the way down in your socks- oh wait, Florida- you don't own socks, never mind.

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    1. Glen threatened to do just that- a Tom Cruise slide. And we DO have socks! Some of us just don't like wearing them. (Me.)

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  6. That sky is lovely and comforting. Up here many of those big blobs high in trees would be squirrel's nests or large bird's nests, like eagles. Are yours the same?
    And last, but not least, Mr. Moon. The biopsy will be good. It probably will not resolved the issue, but clear the direction. He will be OK when the medics are done poking around. Be prepared for some more long corridors.

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    1. That's mistletoe up the trees! We do often discover squirrel nests when some trees lose their leaves.
      I hear you about the long corridors. And could they have picked a less cheerful color for that floor?

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  7. I'm sending out the good thoughts for what that's worth ;) That sky pic looks like a cotton plant; not that I've ever seen one of those up close, but still...

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    1. Those clouds do look like cotton, don't they? So pretty. For some reason the moon was lighting up the sky enough to make it appear blue. I'm glad the camera got that.

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  8. That sounds exhausting, and stressful, and lord I can't do restaurants (or anything these days) where I have to make that many choices. My brain short circuits. Good thoughts for Glen. I hate those hallways and that waiting and thank god for skies like that.

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    1. Same-same with me on the brain short-circuiting. And it was already in that mode from the anxiety. Thank you for your good thoughts.
      The antidote to all that medical horror is nature, always, isn't it?

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  9. Ugh. Medical appointments. Hate 'em. Good luck to Glen. I am giong to bet that it is nothing.

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    1. Well, it's something but I hope it's just part of his healing process. I'm so with you on the medical appointments.

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  10. That sky is very lovely with the halo around the moon. I wonder if that would relate to a guardian angel having a halo of health around your Mr moon? Fingers crossed the problem is an easy fix and not at all serious.

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    1. Oh, how I would love to believe in good omens! Unfortunately, I don't but the sight of that moon, that sky, was enough to cheer me on its own.

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  11. That IS a dramatic sky. I'm glad the news about Mr Moon's leg is apparently good but yeah, anything like that is stressful. That restaurant sounds WAY too complicated. I'm with you -- I'd rather just have items on a menu and be done with it. I don't even like having to choose side dishes!

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    1. Ha! You made me laugh! I'm with you on the side dishes! Even that is stressful. I think it comes from FOMO for me. And always- healthy versus delicious? Steamed green beans or fries?

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  12. I admit I had wondered about Mr. Moon's leg. I'm glad you're getting it sorted and you can put your minds at rest!

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  13. I am surprised that Mr. Moon has been able to go on the hunting trips and work on the cars all the while having this sore and swollen leg. Any little soreness and I stop most everything and read in bed or play solitaire on the computer. Any excuse to be lazier than I usually am.
    Glad he will find out what is going on and get it taken care of.

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    1. Very little stops this man. He is a force of nature. You know how men are supposed to be such wimps when they get sick? He is the opposite and I get so angry because he will not stop and rest.
      I'm the opposite. I'll take any excuse to laze about.

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  14. I get it. Medical shit is exhausting. I'm glad the surgeon didn't think it was anything too serious. There's a middle eastern restaurant we would go to with friends in Houston, same deal, too many choices and when you finally get to the cash register the price depends on how many things you selected.

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    1. Yeah. Too much on the food choices. At least the place wasn't crowded and there was no one behind us in line and the folks doing the serving were very patient.
      Medical shit IS exhausting.

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  15. Hoping it’s nothing sinister and easily dealt with. Medical stuff is always stressful. That is an awfully long and shiny corridor. Very glad you have “insiders” like Jesse and Kelly.
    Xoxo
    Barbara

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    1. I feel so lucky to have these sweet insiders on our team. Kelly's a doll and she knows those surgeons and is not afraid to give her honest opinion. And of course, having a daughter/nurse is very sweet.

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  16. Until Health concerns are resolved they're always stressful. I'm glad you're getting goodish News about Mr. Moon's prognosis.

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