Inconvenience

   That's what this is. Well, sorta. It is inconvenient to travel and get the medical treatment or diagnoses. But it will inform the doctor (and me, it will inform me).

   2 months ago, I was here for a CT scan. And something bothered me. So I said something. And 1 thing got fixed. Now I'm back again. And some of the same things are still bothering me.

   See, that bugs me. It shouldn't, but it does. If they can't spell inconveniece right, can I trust them for their medical diagnosis? 

  In reality, I am aware that the people doing the medical treatment are not the ones responsible for the signage. But they all work for the same folks.

   It's an annoyance. I might be a little OCD. Or maybe I'm a lot OCD. But after I've SEEN something, I can't UN-SEE it. It's like my eyes will be unavoidably drawn to the thing that wasn't right anytime I go near it.

   But I was there for a PET scan. And then they added the annoyance of having misspelled words on their sign.

Grrr.

I am not posting this when I wrote it. I'll post it after I do my other post. So y'all will know what the PET Scan said before you find out about this.

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The ß¡ŤĆĦ ain't back!

   Sorry for the language. But I'm glad.

   The Dr said they're are going to see me again in 3 months. I have some SUV, but it's low enough that they're not worried about it. 

   Yesterday was Cancer Survivor Day. I wanted to celebrate. I could have celebrated. But I had a very unshakeable feeling that today I would get news that I was going to have to go through some type of treatment to remain a survivor.

   I'm not worried. I've done this before. I can handle this. I have a super support team. And hopefully I'd have a plan to take care of it, if there was an it, quickly so I can go on with my life. 

   A plan that would allow me to take care of my other medical problems *cough* Baker's cyst *cough*

   That's the one causing me pain right now. I've put off going to the Dr about that because I didn't want to cause treatment for that to interfere with treatment for this. If treatment for this was necessary.

   I've been worried about this for a while. Well, at least a couple of months now. Ever since I had swollen lymph nodes in my neck in April.

   I've not been scared. I've not really been worried. I've just been resigned. And maybe depressed?

  We're living in tumultuous times. At least I am. Personal stuff. COVID-19 stuff. #BLM stuff. And the #BLM stuff is personal stuff. You know, my wife and kids kind of personal stuff. 

   

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   That's what the Dr said the odds are that what I went through 2 years ago, I may be having to go through again.

   I haven't been this excited since my cat had kittens and my dog had fleas. 🙄  If I gotta go through it again, I'll go through it again.

   I'm not excited about the prospects. But  it is what it is. And I'll find out what's going on next week and the week after. 

   There is one thing I'm kinda worried about though. Ya see, the last time I had to go through treatment, I'd wear a mask when I went out sometimes. Especially right after my chemo. The doctors said it would help prevent me getting an infection that could have set back my treatment. 

   Now we got this here Coronavirus crap going around and a whole bunch of folks  think wearing a mask is silly or that you're giving in to liberal media fear mongering.

Some folks really like that phrase. They keep repeating it over and over. Like a bunch of sheep bleating. 

   I have seen a report that says masks do not provide any deterrent to the spread of the virus. There are some numbers if you follow the link in the report. The way it reads, they swabbed the outside of the masks and found the Coronavirus. And thus deduced that masks didn't reduce the spread of the virus. I'd really need Bob Trejo to double check my thinking, but if there is virus left on the mask after you cough through it, didn't it reduce the virus that entered the environment?

   But I digress, I don't know what the results are going to be from my doctor visit and my PET scan next week. And those results or lack thereof will determine the course of treatment. 

   I hope they don't have to cut my head ¼ off the way off. Again. 

  I also hope if I'm out wearing a mask that someone doesn't make a disparaging remark, cause I might be forced to inform them their information is coming from a non peer reviewed source using non sufficient data on a study that doesn't contain enough replications (none) to get a red ribbon in a 4th grade science fair. 

    I'll find out a little Monday, June 1.

My PET Scan is June 5 and my doctor appointment is June 8 to get my results. 

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Dear Zeke,

   I remember the first time I met you. I had tears in my eyes the first time I held you. Evidently I was allergic to the lotion Yvette had put on in you or something.  Or maybe it was all the people getting off the plane congratulating me on my new child. 
  I had already seen a picture of you. Your mom had sent me

a link to your photoshoot. There may have been a few times I questioned if you were really mine or not. 
   Then you'd do something and your mom would say you were definitely my child.
   But as you got older you displayed an

amazing love of animals and a  talent for creativity. Sometimes (at least once) you were even a model child. I don't remember whose belt you used for the snake. But it was pretty amazing to see.
   You've done a lot of growing up through

the years. And you still have more to do in the future. Maybe not in height, but growing into maturity. Making decisions. You'll make some good ones, you'll make some bad ones. I hope how we've raised you leads you to make more good than bad.
   At some point last night, Possibly while we were waiting for the graduation to start, Possibly while watching

you walk out onto that field, Possibly while watching you walk across the stage, Possibly while watching you walk back to your seat with your diploma in your hand. I don't remember exactly when. I might have felt a tear come to my eye. Not necessarily because you were graduating. It might have been the pollen in the air triggering my allergies.
   Or maybe it was when the realization struck me. You had just GRADUATED! 

And it'll be 13 years before Brayden graduates!

😥 

   Zeke, I love you and always want the best for you in your life. Get an education, keep drawing and never forget what a wise person once said to me:

  "If you find a job you love, you'll never work a day in your life"

   Maybe it won't take you as long to figure out what that means as it did me.

Love,

Dad

P.S. Graduations are the only time you'll hear most parents shout "that's my boy!"

While their sons are wearing a dress.

🎓

   

Really Random Assortment

   Random Thoughts.
   That's the name of the blog. Cause that's what I have. Sometimes I will have a random thought that can be expounded upon to great lengths.

   And sometimes  the random thoughts are just random thoughts without much substance.
   Things like: I hate moles. They are one of the most vile creatures just under the face of the earth. If you read this last year, you might have seen my pictures of my flowers. They were quite beautiful (I think). I had planted hundreds of bulbs. Hyacinths, daffodils, narcissus, and tulips. This year, half my tulips from last year didn't return. The bulbs are gone. The moles ate on them, so they didn't come up this year. I'm going to do something to get rid of the moles this year.
   


You may have seen the pictures of my buttocks where the dog bit me. This is

the dog that did the biting. She wasn't trying to bite me. I just got in the way. She didn't have any ill intentions towards me. I was just between her and the dog she was fighting  with. Nothing personal. I just got in the way.
   






   I'm sitting in the waiting room for my CT scan. Wearing my mask.

And this person came in. My mask saw her mask, thought it was a cat, started barking  and chased it up a tree. 





   If laughter is the best medicine, I hope I just cured what ails you. If it made you laugh, or even just brought a smile to your face, pass it on, share it, whatever. Lord knows we need something to brighten or days.

Let's Face It

   This is a facemask. It is made out of cloth. It won't prevent the Coronavirus from getting to me. The virus is so small it can pass through the weave of the fabric. But it can improve my odds of keeping it away if I'm exposed to someone who has the virus. It helps in 2 ways. There are 3 layers of fabric between me and the rest of the world. 4 where the nose and tongue are. 
   It also protects me because when people see me wearing a mask, they practice social distancing. Some of them even give me more than the recommended 6 feet of space. If I cough or fake a sneeze, they'll give me a good 20 feet. I ain't going out in public much anyway. The drive-thru at McDonald's is pretty much it.

   This is my other mask. I made it first. It's a manly mask. It has burlap on the outside. People will give me social distance when I wear it. They look like at me like I want them to give me their wallet. Nobody has offered me their wallet, but I think they'd probably give it to me if I asked.
   The top mask is the one I'm going to wear to my scan and my Dr appointment. I've always heard laughter is the best medicine. I may not cause anyone to laugh, but I'm pretty sure I'll bring a smile to someone's face. 
   Oh, just in case you thought you'd get away without seeing it:

Dog bite 

This was 14 days after the bite. The bruise was going away more I'm left with a lump. It's not really painful unless I put pressure on it, especially around the sides. It's between the size of an orange and a  grapefruit. Well if you cut them in half. And stuck half of it under the skin of your buttocks. Although I'm not sure why you'd want to do that. It's really not that great if a feeling.



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Dog Bitten

   This is not the dog that bit me but he is worried about my dog bite. I think he's worried. He always looks worried. I think he looks worried. It's hard to tell. If he had bitten me it probably wouldn't look like it does now. I think it's healing well, but I'm not sure. Matter of fact, I'm sitting in the doctors office waiting on a check-up.
   So I'll just dive right in and go ahead and show you. There is definitely a change from

8 days after dog bite

9 days after dog bite

Day 8 to Day 9 
The lump in the middle of the bite seems to be getting less bruised looking and the edges of the bruise are seeming to fade some. It's even fading some on the front of the bruise. That part that spread around my hip 
   Even to the point of

my hip. It's starting to fade some. So that's good too. I'll longer you know what the doctor says in a little bit. They're always busy on Monday seeing people that didn't want to run to the E.R. over the weekend.

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