I may actually beat Target and Costco to the punch in mentioning the “C” word (Christmas, not cancer) this early in the season, and especially before Labor Day. And I’m sure there are people who would appreciate having Christmas come early. I’m just not one of them, for reasons described momentarily.
I just realized that I haven’t posted a blog in over a month. Wow. Been crazy busy at work so I guess that’s a good thing. My wife may beg to differ but hey, I’m still working full time. Plus some. Beats the alternative.
Last I left you, I was powering down a less-than-scrumptious club sandwich. Well, tomorrow we find out if I need to add another layer of Limburger Cheese. And if a fuzzy IS hiding out in the frozen tundra that is my right shoulder. Or anywhere else for that matter. Because of the uncertainty about some anomaly that showed up on my shoulder MRI, they are opting to go the whole nine yards and switch to a kitty-cat + PET scan this time around. It’s been a long time since I had one of those light-me-up radioactive sugar juice injection procedures. And that is where Christmas comes in. I really am not looking forward to a result that may have me mimicking a brightly lit LED covered (I’m nothing if not energy saving) tree. So getting lit, unlike during my college days, is not a positive thing.
Right now I am having a tough time typing this blog since I’ve been required to go on a low-carb diet all day so that false readings are kept to a minimum tomorrow. I guess my blood sugar must be low as I have a bit of the shakes. I never realized how tough it was for a carbivore like me to ignore the mashed potatoes I had to leave on my plate at Rotary today, the slice of birthday cake I had to pass up on in our office, or the handful of Cheez-its I was almost tempted to grab when I got home. Maybe after all of the tests tomorrow I’ll stop at KFC (that’s Kentucky Fried Chicken for you younger folks) to make up for lost time. OK Kim, just kidding…
Of course, prior to the Geiger counter clicking starting up, I have to have my regular brain MRI to check on Mr. Upstairs Fuzzy. And after those two are a wrap, head on over to UCSD for my every-twelve-week echo-echo-echocardiogram. Somewhere in that scheduling fray a regular blood workup needs to happen. And finally wrapping everything up with my regular onc-doc appointment in the late afternoon where I may, or may not get the results of my tests already. Nothing like getting everything out of the way at once. My luck, I will get the news the next day while out of town. Of course. Those of you that have been on board my fuzzy wagon for a while may recall the time I got the news while sitting on the tarmac at O’Hare Airport. That would be my infamous Chi-Town meltdown. But perhaps I’ll get good news instead and celebrate during my vacation/business trip.
As for my shoulder, I was finally able to get approval for the fluoroscope-assisted steroid injection which I had earlier this week. Although “immediate relief” is a phrase that was dropped a lot as it relates to this procedure, I can’t say that I notice much of a difference yet. We shall see. It obviously doesn’t affect my golf swing as I actually had my second lowest round ever the other day. No numbers are being provided, however, as it really is embarrassing to claim what I had was a “good” score. But hey, I’ll take it.
I just realized that this whole blog has been a medical update. Yeech. Somebody slap my hand, will you? Or better yet, slap me upside the head. Maybe you’ll nail my fuzzy.
After all of the junk above, I must say that I am still feeling very good. My hips were giving me a bit of grief but that was self-induced and have mostly resolved themselves. My shoulder is still a question mark but overall I really cannot complain.
Off to see my sister-in-law perform this weekend in Berkeley. It will be a bit of a reunion with several family members meeting up for the event. Plus I will get to spend some quality time with my daughter in San Jose over the Labor Day weekend. Can’t wait.
Business as usual. Day at a time.