Monday Another YAMI

Yet-Another-Medical-Issue or YAMI.

Monday was interrupted with information that I have a small tumor, Warthin or primary parotid neoplasm, in my neck under my jaw, not cancer, and I started the steps to do something (it has to be removed, according to what I read). This is not life-threatening; it is YAMI.

I also managed to get my MRI scheduled (Wednesday) and yet another CT for my abdomen. The MRI is to check that the removed tumor in my brain is still well removed. The CT is to ensure that the cancer tumor in my colon has not spread. Neither is likely to be an issue, but it’s best to check. Maintenance.

I woke before sunrise and had to make coffee (thanks, Jeanne, for the coffee from Kalamazoo). I had another almond croissant, the last of the four I made (one each morning). I started doing laundry, which goes swimmingly in the new machines (I have not heard from LG about them buying back the previous machine).

The morning is a blur with the new medical information and trying to find something normal on Groundhog Day. I reheat my chicken Alfredo and make more pasta, this time cooked through, to add. It was more than I should have eaten, but I felt I needed it. It was excellent.

I read, and I was tired again. I am often tired of late. I suspect it is the weather, all the stress of the medical issues and house stuff, and soon I was sleeping in the chair. Corwin, knowing the house’s passcode, walked in and collected his mail. I offered him ham and cheese to make a sandwich, but it was the last of my bread. I then, wtih Corwin eating and watching, made French-style bread in the bread machine, a small loaf. Corwin also enjoyed a can of Trader Joe’s dolmades.

Corwin went home after that. I have agreed to pay him $500 if he cannot sell his truck and donates it to OPB in my name. He has at his apartments, as only two vehicles are allowed per apartment. I had forgotten about these requirements, and often the banning of any commercial vehicles. Often, friends have trouble parking as there are never enough spots. Something for me to remember if I decide to give up the house. Hmmm.

Next, I remember meeting Joan S for dinner at McMenamins Cedar Hills. We split a large fries. I had a beer and a blackened salmon on a salad. Excellent.  Joan had just a bit of my fish and salad to try it, and some fries.

Joan and I talked about her work experiences and some AI things. We had a pleasant meeting; I also scheduled the Theology Pub for Thursday there (I seemed to be scheduling things all day). There were some folks from Nike at the meeting, all retired (layoffs haven’t stopped), and I said ‘Hi.’ These folks did change control and production support.

Deborah and I talked all day. Deborah was getting a new furnace for her house; she had been cold for a while. We talked all day and said good night when she went to bed.

I also did laundry and set the dryer wrong. I found all the clothing still damp and saw the settings were wrong. The dryer in 13 minutes had everything dry after that. Wow!