The morning after . . .

I woke up this morning much calmer about the whole scanning issue. Scan results aren't half as important as pain management at the moment and I'm not going to go to the hospital to pick up the report, even if I don't hear from my doctor today, as I had planned. I can always get the report later, that's not the big thing. I'm going to call and leave a message again if I don't hear by mid morning and explain that I need to discuss the pain issues as well as the scan and could a nurse call me back, if the doctor can't. The good part about literally having a weight on my back is that it is something that can not only be felt but seen and I know that's what's bumping up the pain so it seems like a no brainer to take the damn thing off my back. I'm a little slow these days or that would have occured to me sooner. It doesn't really matter what the scan shows in an immediate sense, in an immediate sense it matters that I find someone to remove the weight from my back. I hope that it will be that simple. Since it's just under the skin, as long as whoever does it is careful about my spine it shouldn't be a big deal.

My daughter made it safely back to school and only had her deoderant confiscated from her carry on bag. I worry a little with her flying these days that she'll encounter difficulties but she didn't. Her Dad offered to drive her but she wanted to fly. She had a car until last year but after it was on its last legs, in part, from all of her road trips to concerts; she decided she doesn't every want the hassle of a car again and that she'll only live in cities with good public transportation. I hope it works for her.