It's not a too-mah! Part II
I got a call from the ear doctor yesterday and as it turns out, there's no sign of a tumor anywhere. *That* is how you spell relief. Of course, the dr. couldn't just say everything looked fine. He called and in a low, serious voice, said "I got the results from your MRI back....*long pregnant pause*.....I looked them over....*more pausing*....*clears throat*......and everything looks good." For a brief moment during all of that, a cold sweat broke out and I thought (to be blunt) "Holy s**t. I do have a tumor. And he's telling me over the phone?!?", followed by visions of lots more testing, etc. I was so relieved when he said everything was fine. I also don't have to go back next week for the follow-up visit. He suggested that I may have had an infection or virus some time in the past that caused the minor hearing damage in the one ear. I do remember coming down with an unusually bad cold the winter before I noticed the hearing loss, so maybe that's what did it.
In other news, I've spent this entire week trying to go visit my old next-door neighbor, Mr. L. He moved into an assisted living home last Fall while we were away. Henry's new nap schedule means he sleeps most of the afternoon so anything we need to get done has to happen in the morning. Here's how this week's mornings have gone:
Monday: ear doctor
Tuesday: MRI
Wednesday: Henry and I actually made it in to visit with Mr. L, but he was playing bingo and I didn't want to interrupt.
Thurs: I mentioned to Dave that Henry and I were going to try to visit with Mr. L again, but then he reminded me that he needed the car for a consulting gig up in Williamsport.
Fri: Henry seems to be under the weather. Would you believe he's upstairs right now having a nap? And it's only 10:30. I knew he wasn't feeling well when he sat next to me on the couch for fifteen minutes and rested his head against my arm. It was very sweet. Usually you have to pin him down just to get a smooch in and even then he's squirming and pushing the whole time, trying to get away. He seems to have a slight fever, but it hasn't affected his appetite at all. He just looks exhausted. Maybe all of the waking up at night he's been doing has finally caught up with him.
We'll try again on Monday.