news from Michigan

As I mentioned before, the ex is going to have to get his gallbladder evicted in the near future. I had requested to be kept in the loop and he's been doing a great job of that, I'm pleased to say.
The following are our "talks" (textings) for the past few days about the topic, as well as ramblings about others.

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Thursday, January 2, about 1:30 until 2 in the afternoon:

ex: Chemical stress test set for two days next week. Back on the high blood pressure medication, too.
me: My my. You have a busy schedule. Wish it was for better things.
ex: At least there are generic versions of the medication now, 4 bucks a month, not $70.
me: Def a better deal! Which one is it? What about cholesterol meds?
ex: Lopressor. That and baby aspirin. That's all he gave me.
me: Thats good. Those are the only ones you take these days? i guess your blood work has greatly imporved. That is good.
ex: Um...this is the first time I've seen a cardiologist, or any kind of doctor, since I left Savannah. My life has been pill free. maybe not smart, but it is what it is.
me: THAT is what I thought. Playing with fire. Seriously. At least you DID go to the doctor now. You must have been really hurting.
ex: This is all fallout from the pancreatitis. The GI specialist wanted me to get a stress test, given my background, before the cholecystectomy.
me: I realize that. I just looked up that word - i hadn't remembered the gallbladder removal having such an odd name.
ex: It IS weird, isn't it?
me: Yeah. sounds super scary. Not that nay surgery isn't scary.
ex: Yeah, I'm not looking forward to it.
me: Great website is www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus - great data.

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Thursday, 9 Jan (about 1 pm)

ex: My first stress test today. Injected with radioactive dye, told to go out and get a greasy burger and fries and then come back to go into an MRI. Doing it again Monday.
me: What a dream come true: the doc sanctioning that meal! lol.
ex: It actually made me angry and confused. "This is the shit you have been trying to get me off of." I've been eating whole wheat toast, yogurt, and hard boiled eggs for a month.
me: I would have thought they would say more vegetables.
ex: That too. Broccoli primarily.
me: Well, keep me posted, please.


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Friday, 10 Jan (starting about 9:25 AM, going about 40 minutes)

me: Did you know that pimiento is a type of red bell pepper?
ex: That makes sense. Pimenton, a kind of smoked paprika, is quite peppery.
me: And the same bacteria that makes penicillin also makes bleu cheese?
ex: Funny then I'm not alllergic to blue chees. If I was, just kill me.
me: Things I learn on Cash Cab. :)
ex: G_d damn it I miss that show. I used to hang out at a bar at happy hour that used to watch that show.
me: I try to make sure I am up at nine AM so i can watch with my coffee. Did the fatty meal upset your gallbladder?
ex: I weren't right that day. I'm not sure why. That burger didn't agree with me but it wasn't a gallbladder episode. I felt a vein in my head throbbing for a while off and on but I doubt it was the burger and felt more like it could have been that radioactive dye.
me: Could have been. Did you call the doc to report it?
ex: I didn't really notice it until after hours.
me: Well, it is good to let them know so they can keep a record of it. You know, when I was having the gallbladder issue, a meal like tat would have had me up at two AM throwing up and diarrhea. Remember?
ex: All I remember from the later years is broccoli slaw as sir fry :-)
me: I am talking about the Buddy's pizza incidents when we visited your mom.
ex: This was before you had it out? I have to admit, all I remember is being with you in the hospital post surgery.
me: Well you do sleep like the dead so i guess my repeated trips to the bathroom didn't wake you.
ex: You may be right.
me: Like Billy Joel says.
ex: I thought about singing that!
me: :-)


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Monday, 13 Jan (just before 3 pm)

ex: hello dear. I just got back from the dctor's office an hour ago. The doctor will discuss the test results with me in about a week, the technician said.
me: Wow. The bad thing about working with specialists is all of the wait time involved. How are you feeling?
ex: I feel fine. Remember, this is just a precaution that the GO doctor thought might be prudent before going after the gallbladder. It wasn't brought about by any pain I was feeling.
me: I was thinking more about gallbladder pain. :-)
ex: No more flare ups. I wonder if I should go this alone and say f*k the surgery.
me: NO. You need to know what your body is doing. Seriously. Please.


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Tuesday afternoon (14 Jan, from about 3:30 to 4:15 pm)

me: Knock knock.
ex: Who's there?
me: Irish stew.
ex: Irish stew who?
me: Irish stew in the name of the law!
ex: You have to sound it out and think about it for a second but it's good!
me: I thought so too! I heard it in a Jacki Chan movie today and had to rush and write it down.
ex: It makes me think of Sean Connery as Malone in The Untouchables.
me: The movei was The Spy Next Door. Guess you could stretch that into a link with Sean!
ex: No shit. Which one? One of his older ones or one of his newer ones?
me: It must be old. It was on the tv guide channel this morning.
ex: I don't know that one.
me: It was very funny and brought to mind Adventures in Babysitting.
ex: Or was it on TV quickly becasue it was awful. IMDB, Rotten Totatoes, and metacritic all agree that this was a real stinker. Was it straight to video, I wonder?
me: That i do not know. Lots of kid time in it.
ex: I'm seeing the term "family film" attached to this. Not much of Jackie's famous chop socky?
me: Oh yeah! He is the spy who is newly dating a woman with three kids.
ex: I see also that the two biggest stars besides him are Billy Ray Cyrus and George Lopez. Nnnnnnnnn.
me: Oh! That's who that was! Billy was Jackie's sidekick spy. Looked like he was wearing a bad wig.
ex: He's always looked like he was wearing a bad wig. :-) I should talk. I was rocking the "Billy Ray with a perm" look for our wedding.
me: :-)
ex: I don't recall that you went with me to Claxton for that itty bitty circus. Who took the picture of me on their elephant? Did I have a camera at one point that I would have given to somebody to use?
me: That was me. I was there too!
ex: Because I remember that that was in the early evening of a weekday. Unless I'm wrong.
me: Not sure about the time of day. But i recall you riding down the street on that elephant. :-)
ex: I wasn't about to get myself into another situation like the one with Ringling Brothers. :-P
ex: Are you sure? I;m thinking that the only reason I consented to ride another elephant was because it was only going to be a few dozen feet from where I started to the tent.
me: Well... I may be confusing the two times.
ex: Ringling Brothers was early morning, up Louisville Road. You actually wrote a caption on the picture with the name of the other circus. Wow, I'm confused on how all of this could have come about.
me: Beats me. Maybe someone at the station took the pic.
ex: We may never know.
me: 4 realz. :-)


Well, enough of this for now!
One of the nice things about texting is this: I can look back at the conversations, mush like reading a letter, remember things I might have missed in the frenzy of response.
However, my phone only allows so much storage of old texts and saved voice messages and memorable photos. And I have found, in the past, that if I don't take care of deleting some things, my phone will arbitrarily clear out a block to make way for new stuff. Or I will hit a wrong key and lose some important items. Yikes! That's how I lost three text messages I had been saving from Sam.
Perhaps that is my reason for leaving these scribblings in the sand...
Thank you, my dear beach.