Brain cramp

Alas, it turns out that the restaurant is booked tonight for a private party, so it will have to be another time. However, I am looking forward to eventually watching the deer feed while we feed ourselves.

Of course, I am such a city girl, and all I can think while looking at that photo are the following:

• Wow! They're so close!
• Clearly they're used to the silly humans enclosed in that weird glass and wood box.
• Thank goodness for the glass keeping the deer ticks away -- no Lyme disease potential!

Oh well. Another time. My engineer has promised me a raincheck. Thank goodness he called first so that we found out BEFORE the drive!

Perhaps I will go take a nap before I go meet him for dinner as I am exhausted, since I was up late noodling around online (because I'm stupid) and yet was not able to sleep in because there was some frakkin' protest march outside my window ... AT 8:15 ON A SATURDAY MORNING! In Spanish! Bah! And once I was awake, that was it -- no drifting back off for me.

Since I was doing dumb things like showing up for work yesterday morning... instead of for my follow up appointment at the hospital with the radiation oncologist! DOH! So after going all the way downtown to the office from my apartment (130 blocks or so), being greeted by my coworkers with surprise ("Hey, don't you have a doctor's appointment this morning?"), going all the way back uptown to the hospital (90 blocks or so), and then going BACK to the office afterward (another 90 blocks or so, past the big Christmas tree in front of the NY Stock Exchange) all in 9 degree wind chill [ bonus! ] ... since I was doing dumb sh*t like that, then perhaps extra rest wouldn't be bad.

I was trying to count up my platoon of doctors this morning and lost track (post.chemo brain + menopause brain = slow moving brain) so here it is written down to help my noggin count:

1. oncologist (a/k/a she who I will be visiting regularly for the rest of my life, or until she retires -- whichever comes first)
   
2. radiation oncologist (a/k/a physician in charge of my medical sunburn -- and she is a TINY Asian woman)
3. breast surgeon (once a year, forever)
   
4. my regular physician / GP (it turns out that HE was the one I kept forgetting since I've only seem him ONCE this year! a piffle, compared to everyone else)
5. eye doctor
6. dentist
   
7. gynecologist (a/k/a she who found my lump)
8. psychiatrist (a/k/a seen 3x/year for Rx)
9. therapist (not technically a physician, but keeps me from cracking up, so hey -- KEY!)
10. all of their attendant staffs: nurses, assistants, receptionists... ay! (all except #9, who is a solo practitioner)
    

Healthcare insurance anyone?

Oh, and it turns out that my boob is still radioactive, and will be for several months! There is even a temperature differential between my left and right torso, which is kind of freaky, if you think about it.

On the bright side, she (#2) is quite pleased with my physical progress (I will spare you all the gross details though -- remember: this is all relative to what's gone on before, so er... let's leave out the word pictures, okay?) and has given me a one year check up appointment (vs. any earlier).

Okay, time for this geriatric to have a nap before dinner!