I had my day all set up to go into LA to get Dolores stitched back in, but I got word late last night that my 6 month PET scan was scheduled for tomorrow. I will just wait until then to get jabbed.

Long story short, the local ER told me to go to my primary care physician to put in those stitches. Primary care doctor said he doesn't have the facilities to do it, go to urgent care. Urgent care says they can't help, I need to go to my surgeon. Insurance will not approve a trip to see the surgeon on such short notice, go to the ER. *sigh* I am going to the ER at Cedars cause they have done this before and won't turn me away. It just adds up though, because every time I set foot in any ER , I have the joy of paying the $100 co-pay. I should be thankful I have insurance, 'cause man I would be in a mess without it, but still, 200.00 in a week just before Christmas kinda sucks.

SO here we are at the 6 month mark. I am a bit apprehensive (understatement) as this is the first full scan since the surgery. I could drive myself crazy with all the "what ifs", but I just can't. I mean I really can't. Every time I sit down and have a minute to think, a kid yells bloody murder, or the washer starts banging it's way across the laundry room floor, or the dog starts barking ferociously at the squirrel parked outside the living room window, you know ~ life.

To tell you the truth, I am OK with that. In fact I love it. Just this morning I heard this little interaction from the other room:

"Eat my sword mighty beast! HYAH! Hyah! AH HA! I have you now! You cannot escape! Eat my sword Mighty Beast!"...

...silence for about 4 seconds....

"MOoooom, Cowboy (the dog) ate my swOord!"

I am so grateful I have that.