The Miracle of the Shoes

The old adage of waiting for the other shoe to drop was one used by a bunch of us in an email support group years ago where, because of difficulties outside of our control, we seemed to get hit with crisis’s all too often without any warning.

In the last year or so I’ve been the beneficiary of quite a number of shoes. You’d think they would have to run out, or at least get to the slipper section over time, however with every shoe that drops, a new pair miraculously appears precariously positioned over my head, just high enough to give a good wallop when it too falls, and we are talking about good solid footwear.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

AAARRRRGGGGHHHHH

I just got a phone call from UNC. "Good news" she started out with. My mind immediately filled in the rest of the sentence "they had looked at the wrong x-rays, you are fine!" But Noooo, the good news was they could get me in for the bone biopsy tomorrow. Well, not as good as telling me I don't have metastatic cancer, getting the test done ASAP was pretty good. Less time to obsess over it.
Then the phone rings again.... "I am so sorry, they just called from radiology that they can't do the biopsy until Monday." Flip, someone just turned the switch on the roller coaster to send it into overtime....
Wow, I am really taking this hard. My stomach is in knots and a lump has snapped to attention in my throat. I just want this done already.... Well, I better turn off the water works before my little dog gets upset and has diarrhea all over the place.
Jean, not a happy camper today.
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