We got to the hospital at about 11:30 and used the valet parking this time. We checked in, and instead of stickers for our shirts, they gave us bands for our wrists. I had to sneak my sweatshirt cuff under mine, cuz the sticky crap was pulling the hair out of my wrist. Continue reading
“I thought it was the TV,” Gail said. By the time she had the phone down the hallway towards the bathroom, the call had jumped to voice mail.
I waited for notification that someone had left a message. And waited. And waited. I checked the incoming number. It was the ENT department at the University of Maryland Medical Center.
“Ah. This could be one of three things,” I thought, listing them in order of probability. “Either they have an answer on the PET/CT scan, or they need to reschedule today’s visit, or there’s something about the Friday thing they wanna discuss.” But I didn’t know. BECAUSE NOBODY LEFT A FUCKING VOICE MAIL.
It’s that time of the morning where my bride and I sip delicious, freshly ground coffee and retire to our separate corners to review the news. She goes into the office and uses our son’s PC, I sit here at the former kitchen table that serves as my desk and look for right wing nut jobs to insult on Twitter — that is, after I’ve checked the news that has transpired from the evening before.
It’s a quiet, peaceful time. Usually there’s a black border collie (Raven) curled at my feet. Today she’s crashed out on the couch. Our little blond German Shepherd (Shiloh) is laying on the office floor keeping Gail company.
Don’t be fooled for a moment. These dogs SAY they love us. But we know that we exist only for the pleasure and comfort we can provide them. Continue reading