In the Waiting Room
I just realised today is a somewhat significant day.
It’s not a day when things happen but rather a day when things might start to happen.
What the fuck am I on about? Well today is two weeks since they took chunks out of my nozzle and sent said chunks off for biopsy. And I was told it would be two to four weeks before we would get the results back. Two weeks of waiting in other words. So to clarify matters, my two weeks of waiting for the two weeks of waiting is finally over. I can now start my two weeks of waiting.in earnest.
At this point I;m not particularly worried. The results will be what they are and there is nothing I can do to change that [except maybe demand a recount?]. I have enough problems on my hands trying to cope with the crap my Bug and my Tumor are throwing at me, not to mention a demented dog and an absent missus. The latter at least is now ensconced it another hospital which is a lot nearer and come to think of it, a traffic light free journey away.
On the subject of traffic, I decided I might treat myself to a new[ish] car yesterday. I just thought why not? Herself doesn’t like the current one and I have strong reservations so why not go for a newer version of the one we had before which we both liked? I put the idea to her and she jumped at it. I started doing a search.
Today she phoned me and told me to put the new car on hold. She said she would rather have the money than a new[ish] car when I am dead. She made that event sound imminent which was cheerful. I intend to do everything in my power to disappoint her. I do a lot to please that woman but dropping dead isn’t one of them.
Now I’m waiting for a bloke to arrive. I haven’t a fucking clue what he wants as he is of Indian extraction and very excitable and when he phoned yesterday it took many tries before I got the bare bones – he’s from the insulation crowd, had my correct address [though he couldn’t pronounce it for fuck] and he has something to do with paint. He wanted to come at eight and I told him no fucking way [though ironically I had given up on sleep and have been up since five]. I think he’s coming today.
I’m waiting