annathepiper | Because life does continue on (Reply)

I got up this morning at oh-god-no-am, the wee small hour of five, an hour at which no civilized persons should ever have to stir.

solarbird made me miso soup, and I gobbled it down along with some breakfast tea and an organic peanut butter bar, and then we hastened off to Evergreen for this morning's MRI adventure.

Whoever'd done our reminder call had some screwed up information, though: they told us we were supposed to show up at 6:15. Which contradicted the piece of paper I'd been given by the nurse who'd scheduled my appointment, who'd told me to show up at 6:30. And once we got there, we couldn't figure out where the hell we were supposed to be. I'd originally thought we were supposed to go to Diagnostic Imaging, only when we got there, we found a sign that said outpatients were supposed to register at the X-Ray Film Library. So we went down there only to find two confused people there who had no idea what we were talking about, and one of them led us back to the Outpatient Registration desk. This was around 6:28, finally, and there a woman told us that yes, that was the right place. Only they were closed and wouldn't be open until 6:30. Trying not to heave an audible sigh, we waited on the bench until the lady was ready to take our paperwork.

After that, actually finding the MRI area was less annoying. A tech named Steve had me fill out a form and then change into a gown, and after giving me the rundown on what he was going to do, went at it. It took two phases, one face up and the other face down, and all told it took about 40 minutes. Not terribly annoying, and shorter than my previous experience with an MRI. I was given headphones and some classical music to listen to, though getting the headphones situated through the second pass of scans was a bit tricky. I wound up with piano music in my left ear and a whole lot of Loud around my right.

I won't know the results of the scan until Monday when I have my followup appointment with the surgeon; tomorrow I talk with the medical oncologist.

And in the meantime, I am thwarted, THWARTED I TELL YOU, in my attempt to locate a copy of

rachelcaine's Midnight Alley, which is apparently taking its sweet time showing up in local bookstores. I did at least finally succeed, though, in finding Koji Suzuki's Spiral at the downtown Borders. I am also surprised to find that although I have two, count 'em, two copies of

naominovik's Empire of Ivory tempting me, I'm actually not reading one yet. Haruki Murakami's The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle is refusing to relinquish my attention. More on this when I finish the book in a few more days.

Also, I feel an impending run of filk purchasing on iTunes coming on now that I've discovered that the Bedlam Bards' Firefly filk disc, On the Drift, is available for download and purchase there. So is the Persephone Pickers' Songs from the Verse. If I could round this out with

vixyish's "Mal's Song" as well as

cadhla's "Evil Laugh", I should have me quite a nice Firefly playlist to go along with the actual music from the actual show. ^_^

Tomorrow and Friday I shall be working from home to account for supremely inconveniently timed medical appointments, about which the bosses are being supportive since they know that when I say I will be working from home, I will actually be WORKING. In the evenings, assuming I can wrangle the rest of the edits out of it, I will be editing like a crazy editing thing. And I have ambitions of getting at least one query for Lament of the Dove out the door this weekend.

Miles since the 24th: 26.8
Miles out of Hobbiton: 2384.9
Miles out of Isengard: 591.9
Miles to Minas Tirith: 194.1