Biscuit Friday ~ Truckjacker
This amazing shot was achieved by throwing Biscuit's ring into LG's ice cream truck, then laughing hysterically as he investigated all the ways a VBD might invade a child's ice cream truck, all the while listening to LG scold both of us (because she had just gotten all the "inventory" inside arranged just so, and Biscuit was like a bull in a china shop (or a VBD in an ice cream truck)), and then yelling, "HEY, BISCUIT!" 16 times or until he looked out the window at me. You know, in case you would like to attempt this brilliant photographic effect at home.
I entertained myself by repeatedly tossing Biscuit's things into the truck yesterday afternoon, much to LG's and Biscuit's vexation. I thought I only felt well enough to sit on the couch, but turns out I actually had enough energy to torment children and pets, and laugh about it. Then, don't you know when Jif came home, he had the same idea. LG would scream, and Biscuit would go to great lengths -- overturning the vehicle with his snout, diving through the window, whatever -- to gain entry. Jif thought it was just as funny as I did. We are simple folk, easily amused.
I can't look at this without being reminded of one of Jif's childhood stories. I've confessed to my criminal past here, but most people think Jif is above reproach. I know some things on him, though. When he was five years old, he and an accomplice, his cousin, "Flipper," stole the Jack 'n Jill ice cream truck that stopped in their neighborhood. While the ice cream man was out on the sidewalk handing out the goodies and taking the kids' coins, Jif jumped in the driver's seat and put the truck in gear. Flipper hopped in and off they went down the hill, with Jif steering and Flipper ringing the bell, and the ice cream man plus half the neighborhood running behind them. No one was hurt (thank God), and the truck came to a stop when they reached the bottom of the hill, and the road headed upward again.
Masterful segue ahead, bridging Biscuit Friday and a "medical minute" . . .
My friend, Katy, cautioned me not to mention the PET scan to Biscuit, because he would want to get in on it, and she was right, he thinks everything's all about him, especially things with the word "PET" associated . . . (not bad, eh?)
Here's the deal. It is almost all good news. There was only one area that showed rapid cell activity, but there are other, normal, healthy reasons why that particular area would appear so. And unless I have reason to believe otherwise, I'm assuming those reasons. I will, of course, check it out further; already have a test scheduled for Monday to do so.
Frankly, I am surprised. I have felt so sick for so long, now, that I really did think the worst. Of course I am relieved. And I am frustrated beyond anything I could ever have imagined. I have increasingly distressing, debilitating symptoms, and to my knowledge, they've done darned near every test they can think of to do, and can find no cause. The doctors I've been seeing are frustrated, too; I can tell. They used to like me. Now, not so much. I have joined Elaine Benes on the "difficult patient" list, I fear.
I am not able to work very much. That distresses me, emotionally, professionally, financially. As for this hobby, I alternate between thinking I will just stop, because it's one more thing that I'm not doing very well, and I don't need the angst of that; and thinking that I will go nekkid and just spill how despairing I feel sometimes with this whole situation, or just list my symptoms and appeal to ANYONE to come up with an idea of what is going wrong here.
sigh. For now, I want to keep doing the Sunday thing, because I do love my small but faithful "congregation," and I'll just come on with something silly when I take a notion and have the energy. I really don't want to go all medical all the time. But I really do count on your prayers and the other good stuff you send. I'll let you know the very second I have some answers, or even some healing without answers. Next up, an appointment with an infectious disease specialist, and then with a rheumatologist.
I'll never be able to say it enough: I thank you. My friends.
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