More good news from the doctor this morning. Well, good in that he reaffirmed that my surgery seems to have gotten all the nasty stuff, and that blood tests and scans show no signs of any lingering cells anywhere. That said. Every 4 months for the next 2 years I have to do a blood test to check my markers to see if they’re still good. Plus, every year for the next 2 I have to have a yearly colonoscopy.
Tomorrow I have to get up at the ungodly hour of 6 am because of a doctor’s appointment at 8:15. It’s my follow up with my cancer surgeon and, because he starts surgery at 8:45, he literally squeezes in patient follow-ups beforehand. Don’t feel sorry for me getting up at that silly time to shower and eat, he get’s up even earlier, because that’s his life of a surgeon these days.
Just to let you know our flood of yesterday afternoon lasted about 15 minutes. However, it took maintenance over an hour to respond to our frantic call to the front desk. An hour! And then, when he knocked, he arrived with nothing. Not so much as a torch, helpful towel, or maintenance trolly. He spent exactly a minute inspecting both bathrooms, pronounced he needed to go and … came back 30 minutes later with … his phone!
We’re right in the middle of a flood happening right now in our guest bathroom. Water is literally cascading through the fan on the ceiling onto the toilet and floor below, pooling.
Oh, the OH just shouted through that it’s now coming into the main bathroom through the adjoining wall …
We phoned the front desk here, in the main building and, they told us the plumbing crew is on another job we’ll have to wait.
We’ll have to wait? Are they fucking kidding me? I’m sorely tempted to phone 911 and call the fire brigade in.
Jesus F. H. Christ …
That’s another week done and dusted and, to be honest, I cannot for the life of me remembered anything exciting happening. The highlight of the week, Saturday, we were supposed to go to see Sarah McLachlan in concert and, barely 2 hours before we were supposed to leave the house, we got an email to say the concert was cancelled and would be rescheduled at some point, next year. Well, of course we were both crushed but then, a lightbulb went off and we went onloine to check why.
Just had the call I’ve been waiting for from the pharmacy about my blood test results for my magnesium and … good news, my levels are back in the top end of ‘Normal’ which means no more magnesium pills. For now at least. I am so happy. The pharmacist explain that my magnesium was probably always low because of the stomach pills I was on for my ulcer. But once I stopped taking those as I no longer have the ulcer, the magnesium levels went back up.
Oh, look, my butt’s buzzing … it seems I forgot my phone was in my back pocket and, well, I sat on it.
No harm done, nothing seems to be broken or squished, including my butt.
The first two episodes of Down Cemetery Road featuring Emma Thompson are criticized for their dull characters and lack of excitement.
It’s the start of Week 10 since my operations and I’m still (supposedly) not allowed to lift anything heavy than 10 pounds in weight. Not that I am about to weigh everything to know what it weighs before lifting it. I mean, who does that, right? So, in other words, I’m still not lifting anything including the laundry basket. Which means the OH is on call 24/7 to lift anything deemed heavy or awkward or hard to reach.
Watched: A House of Dynamite (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️) 🍿
A House of Dynamite is a chilling film by Kathryn Bigelow that explores the terrifying scenario of a rogue nation launching a nuclear strike on the U.S. and the critical moments that follow.
Scarily accurate, authentic, and chilling to the bone, A House of Dynamite is Kathryn Bigelow’s peek inside just how it might all go down when a rogue nation decides to try its luck, and fires a nuclear warhead on the continental US, giving everyone just 20 minutes to decide if it’s real, and if so, how to respond before the shit hits the fan.
Highly recommended!
Just got a reminder from my pharmacy to say don’t forget, I have an appointment tomorrow morning for my combo flu and covid shots.
Reminder to the rest of you, don’t forget to get Vaxxed this season, save lives!
The beef bourguignon is in the oven, you better believe it smells good!
Now, I just have to wait 2 hours to eat it.
Yay! We did it!
We scored really good seats for the Sarah McLachlan concert here, in Quebec City, on Saturday November 1. And I am stoked that we managed to grab possible the last pair together in the whole section facing the stage.
This will be my first concert in ages and, I can’t wait.
I struggled to finish the first episode of Chief of War starring Jason Momoa, last night. It was ultra violent in places to the point of showing us visceral disembowelment and people having the skulls smashed in. You know what, there’s historical accuracy, then there’s historical accuracy.
This is not a show I will be finishing.
Watched: The Diplomat S3 (⭐️⭐️) 📺
I had such high expectations for season 3 of The Diplomat given how season 2 ended (on a cliffhanger). But, have to say, all the usual snark and drama has been overshadowed by way too much sex. This season has turned into a very bad British sex-farce worthy of a Benny Hill episode. I mean, I understand that having sexual tension between certain characters is a must these days, and can really change up a show.
But, dear me, when it devolves into us seeing naked butts thrusting skyward for five minutes solid, you can get distracted quickly from the message that the world is, once again, on the point of annihilating itself. Several sex scenes in one episode become tedious quickly.
So much so that, by the end of the last episode I was, quite frankly, bored and couldn’t care less.
So, for all of you who are following along. This morning I went for my follow up endoscopy at the hospital. A three minute prceedure that, in the end, took almost three and a half hours.
But … skipping all boring details … the good news is: MY ULCER IS GONE.
Healed one assumes. And, as a result, the doctor told me I could stop at least one drug straight away. As to the second one? Well, I have no idea who to ask about that one. It remains to be seen over the coming weeks what effect this will have on my guts and health going forward. It’s certainly a weight off my shoulders to know the ulcer is gone. And maybe, just maybe, things are slowly getting back to normal.
My next doctor’s appointment is with the colon surgeon on November 6th.
I am so hoping for more good news.
Watched: Murderbot (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️) 📺
It took me a long while to get into this one. I have to say that, after the first episode I was ready to abaondon it and, well, actually, I did in that my Apple subscription ran out and I waited till just last week to renew it.
Maybe the break was just what I needed because we’ve just binge watched the rest of the season. And — I loved it.
You cannot become a Canadian Citizen unless you:
Taken through a dirty bedroom window …
The ladybugs are swarming again today. Hundreds of them. I mean, the air is thick with them. This usually tells me summer is definitely at an end when you see them all looking for somewhere to spend the winter, safe and warm. They’ve been swarming for the last two weeks. They’ve also been providing a bonanza feast for all sorts of other animals and birds. The morning after we had our first rainfall in almost 3 month, which lasted all of about 6-8 hours, the birds and squirrels were our mowing the lawn.