Hey, guys! Guess who doesn’t have breast cancer? Or suspicious lumps? Or even innocent looking cysts?
ME!
The doc was puzzled I’d come in to learn the results of the follow up mammogram and sonogram, because the radiology clinic sends them by mail. Except, I never got a letter. I blame my dad, who considers “bringing in the mail” to be a patriarchal perogative, but who is not really hot at making sure letters get to their intended recipients.
I was so relieved, I nearly cried in the office. I managed to wait until I got home. The dog is now very confused.
Also, it would appear that my other big complaints - fatigue, weight gain, blah blah blah - may be related to interactions of drugs prescribed to me for other health complaints. So, he’s going to do a couple of blood panels and revamp my meds. (He was a bit harrumphy that I’d been diagnosed with atrial fibrillation when it’s extremely rare in people my age, should be caught by EKG, and is much more likely to be paroxysmal atrial tachycardia. He blamed the age of the doctor who originally diagnosed me.)
So, I have many things to be grateful for, and I’ll spend today counting my blessings - chief of which is the Dopers who had my back on this one.
I have finished all my Tday shopping. Now that the refrigerator is overflowing, I’m wondering how long it’s going to take me to eat everything. I finally found a pecan pie and on a whim, decided to make buttermilk pie, too. Plus, I bought cinnamon bread from a local bakery to make French toast with. I’m pretty sure I’ve lost my mind, food-wise.
Bumba, I hope you and the coconut make it back home safely!
Appropriate/Inappropriate appendages crossed for Taters and Bumba. The only thing I can think of that would be worse than the grocery sto’ the day before Turkey Day is :eek: The Maul or Wally*World :eek: on :eek: Christmas Eve :eek: !!!111
Yay for surgery goin’ well taxi!
kangaYAAAAAAY!!!
Dressin’ is made and in the oven. Aigs are deviled. I’ve been home since one o’clock. I’ve been a bzzzy bear! Oh and the sweet N.O.T. souffle is made up and ready to be baked. Also giblets boiled up and shredded and all ready for gravy makin’ tomorrow. The star of the show, Mr. Turkey will get cooked up tomorrow mornin’. Oh, and most important of all, the Bloody Mary mix is made.
YAY, kanga!!! Hope your doc gets your meds organized to your benefit.
I did not go to any food stores today, because I’m SMRT! But while we were in Baltimore, we went by Clayworks and I got 50# of white stoneware clay plus 4 new glazes of a brand I’ve never used before.
I was in Baltimore with my sweetie to see his surgeon. Bottom line - we’re waiting to hear back whether the big day will be Dec 12 or Dec 19. So the trip to FL is off, and whether we go on the cruise or not is up in the air. I hope they can take him on the 12th - the sooner he’s out of pain, the better. Poor baby.
We won’t be having deviled aigs only because my aigs are too fresh. I’ve found if they don’t sit in my fridge at least a week, they’re impossible to peel. However, I baked all the pies last night and I’ve sampled one of the punkin pies - my MIL’s recipe is mega-yum!
For now, I’m waiting to hear back from my friend about dinner tomorrow. She’s supposed to let me know if she’s coming to our house or if we’re meeting her along the way. I’m not looking forward to driving back to Balto again tomorrow, but such is life.
I’m sure there was more I wanted to say, but I’m still winding down from the day on the road. Going up there wasn’t bad, but the traffic on 301 just north of Waldorf was horrific - we took a side road to avoid the jam, and we’ve been home less than an hour. I need to chill.
Da cave smells so yummerific right now! I just want to grab a big handful of dressin’ and stuff it in my mouth but I shan’t cause that would not be couth. As we all know, I got couth out the butt.
Jackal I suggest wine with dindin and Bloody Mary’s for pre dindin cocktails. That’s what’s happenin’ down heah.
Yay for everybody who needs them! So much MMP fretting is working it’s kinks out just in time for thanksgiving. I may just watch a Charlie Brown special.
There’s a bit of shopping to do but I’m waiting till midnight. This is a benefit of being a vampire.
All three tea kettles on their way back and now I have to start on a new one. Somebody hold me-- I’m afraid to order anything!
After getting caught up - YAY for cyst/cancer/suspicious lump-free boobage!
And yay for non complicated Evil Spot removal!
I have decided tomorrow’s dinner will be poke tenderloin, NORNOT (not our Rosie’s taters), and steamed asparagus. Which was supposed to be din-din last night, but I left my frickin’ phone at work, and had to go back for it, which resulted in me being an hour and a half late home, and getting take-out.
Soooo… I called Mr Rebo and told him we’re having T-day on Thursday and he was fine with it. Five minutes later, he called me and asked in the sweetest little voice, “Are we still having blueberry pancakes for breakfast?” I never make them, and I thought they would be a special T-day breakfast. I told him yes, of course.
Time to make a punkin pie. I already made: cornbread, turkey stock, pecan pie bars, two bourbon-and-diet cokes.
Yay for Evil Spot being gone! Hope the rest of your recovery goes really smoothly,taxi.
Woooooooooot!
I keep meaning to tell everyone to share recipes! (Or else!)
I’m going to put a link to the whole MMP in the blog and add in all the recipes that have been shared, but I know there are a few that haven’t been shared yet.
I’ll be making my usual sweet potato casserole (with orange and pecan), cranberry sauce (with orange, lemon and clementine), stuffing, and pumpkin pie. Yum. Gotta get started on most of it tonight. Did I mention yum?
I’ve been a ton of cooking- toasted the flour for the roux (for the gravy), apple pie is just about to go into the oven, root veggie purée is done, and stuffing just about put together. Phew!
I skipped class last night to go see my mom. She was a complete wreck. I invited her to spend the night and today at my house and she gladly accepted.
Sweetie was home sick today - my stomach issue must not have been food related because it spread to him, along with a head and chest cold that grew up over night. I made him some chicken soup (and dayum! I make good chicken soup). Then I made twice baked NOTs for his family tomorrow, a green bean casserole for my mom for tomorrow, and I gave her the leftover filling for the NOTs, to have twice baked mashed NOTs (she can’t eat the skin).
My step dad and step brother brought us step grandfather’s roll top desk so I sent them home with full bellies and plenty of food for tomorrow.
Just as they were leaving, my neighbors across the street and one up brought us a homemade pumpkin pie. It’s their yearly tradition to make pies for everyone on this particular corner (5 or 6 houses). They even brought us one on Thanksgiving 3 years ago (we moved in on Thanksgiving Eve).
Now my mom is gone and she’s doing much better but still still far from normal (for her).
Sweetie is mildly amused and slightly annoyed by my mom’s issues but he doesn’t harass me because he understands where she is coming from (years of abuse and mental illness) and he understands why I have to be here for her (because she’s my mommy - don’t need any other reason). But, I know it slightly aggravates him when she gets like this.
I’m very tired now and my friggen desk is a pigsty again, even though I just cleaned it. I made my mom a beaded glasses lanyard and now I have beading crap all over the place. I’m thinking of using the roll-top desk for my beading so I can get it all off my damn desk.
I got my billing for UConn straightened out. They were charging me out of state student pricing instead of NE Regional pricing so it was costing me about $5k too much. Now I just need to waive the health insurance and the bill will be correct.
The want me to take a Calculus readiness assessment. I don’t want to. The possible results are that I take precalc, I take calc, or I take advanced calc. I have to take Calc at some point for my major. I have already taken precalc. But, I know that I’m not ready for Calc and I don’t want to take it yet. I want to take precalc again. So, if I fully intend on taking the bottom choice, why do I have to take the damn assessment?
