The “share too much” entry.
I’m playing catch-up here with a few things, which is my excuse for throwing what promises to be a quite disjointed entry out here today.
The dentist appointment went fine (thanks for asking, folks). No cavities, the existing fillings do not need replacing, the one cap I have may cause problems in the future, but it’s a wait and see thing at the moment. I now have absolutely no signs of gingivitis, and my gum depths are all within healthy, normal limits (except for around the previously mentioned cap, which is why we’ll be keeping an eye on that). I got a pat on the head and have another appointment set up in three months time. After this year, if things continue normal, I’ll be able to return to six month appointments. I still hate going to the dentist’s, though.
The Professor returned home Saturday night toting an extra bag and a few extra things of his from back West (he bought me his old Spirograph set, the darling man!). I expected him to be exhaused, but he was absolutely wound up. We got back to the apartment aroun 11:00 that evening, and I was ready to go to bed by that point, but he stayed up for another four hours or so. It’s good to have him back.
His grandfather remains in the hospital with heart fibrillations. It sounds like they are going to try and get it under control with electrical stimulation, possible going so far as to implant an pacemaker. I put (slight) pressure on The Professor to call home yesterday to see if there were any changes, but he resisted and I am reluctant to push further at the moment.
Sunday he slept until about 3:00 in the afternoon. I snuck out around noon-time to get myself a calendar at the half-price sales all the bookstores were having. I knew exactly what calendar I wanted: the Magnetic Poetry calendar for 2002. I have several boxes of magnetic poetry words in my office, and thought it would be fun to have the calendar by my desk to play with. Of course, all the magnetic poetry calendars were sold out, though. I do this to myself every year. I’m too cheap to buy a calendar I see for full price, so I wait for the half price sales, when the only calendars left are of Elvis Presley (the fat version), race cars (the NASCAR edition) and so-cute-they-gag-me Anne Geddes (sp?) babies all dressed up like bananas and butterflies and sunflowers. I did manage to pick up a nice Edward Gorey day book at half price (yay!) but I had to settle for a “Star Trek; Ships of the Fleet” wall calendar for my office. Scanning the January dates, I note that Deforest Kelley was born on the 20th.
When I got back, The Professor was up and hungry. He really wanted to go out for Indian food, but I’ve been suffering from a bit of persistent diarrhea recently (I did warn you that this was going to be a “share too much” entry) and really didn’t think that was a good idea. I conned him into going to Appleby’s instead, where I could at least get something with minimal seasoning. The Professor elected to get their garlic steak (served with whole garlic cloves), with a side order of garlic mashed potatoes and garlic bread. That man is going to reek for a week. It didn’t slow down the welcome home festivities later that evening, though. (Like I said, “share too much”).
Freezing rain and sleet, switching over to snow, were the offerings for last night, so after dinner we rented a DVD and returned home to watch it. It was the Professor’s turn to pick, and I was treated to “Heavy Metal”. I vowed revenge, and I shall have it. I get to pick next, and I think I’m going to inflict “Maltese Falcon” on him. He’ll probably hate it, but it’s the equivalent of movie comfort-food to me (like Casablanca, or the Third Man).
Meanwhile, I’ve been trying to get through to my doctor’s office all morning, but their phone has been chronically busy. This persistent diarhhea I’ve been enjoying has led to other complications of the nether region, and I am distinctly uncomfortable at the moment. (Remember, I did warn you about the “share too much” aspect of this entry.)
I also have a less painful, but somewhat more alarming problem I want to get checked out. Just before we left on vacation, a small lump on my back next to the shoulder blade suddenly blossomed out into a much larger bump. It’s probably just a cyst, or maybe a small infection, but its rate of expansion was rather rapid and I’ll feel better just getting it checked out.
If it isn’t one thing, it’s another.