Yesterday …All My Troubles Were Right With Me..

Yesterday I worked at the library and it was one of those days where I couldn’t get ANYTHING finished. I work only one day a week and I have {heretofore} rather prided myself on the fact that I never left unfinished work for anyone else to do. But that record got broken yesterday. When I left at five, there were three separate piles of books at three separate stages of being put into the computer etc. Now, thanks to me who devised and printed it, we DO have a checklist of what needs to be done…things like barcoding and spine labeling, stamping with our address stamp and covering. These are small things but all of them have to be done before the book is put out for access by the patrons. And I carefully made sure the list, appropriately checked was left on top of each pile, but there goes my perfect record…{insert deep sigh here}

I got home to find a message from my gyn-oncologist’s office to say I had been sceduled for a colonoscopy on the day after I come back from England! Hmmm. I HAD planned on sleeping all that day {which is a Friday} and then doing half a day at the library on the following Saturday. I will definitely have to reschedule this appointment today. It is my fault in not being more precise. I told the scheduling lady that I would be out of the country for the first two weeks of October. I should have said until the 18th. Last time I came back from England, I found one day’s rest was sufficient to get me back on track. I don’t think a colonoscopy can qualify as rest {even though my gyn-oncologist said I will be sedated!}

Yesterday my partner went to a specialist orthopedic doctor to get his ankle looked at. Two years ago he broke it falling on the ice. Last year he sprained it falling on the {what else could it be? …this IS Vermont} ice. He has been having trouble with it for two years and now {after 12 X-rays!} the specialist has decided to immobilize it for a month, so my partner came back yesterday with a walking cast and one of those lovely velcro-fastened slippers to wear. We went to get some sodas that were on sale on our way back from eating out, and the sixpack leaked all down his leg and into his velcro-ed shoe while he was standing in line! And, of course, as he walked out of the store, pants-leg wet, the shoe came off! Poor man! He is SO irritable about all this, and I can’t say I blame him. I only hope this helps.

So, today I need to call and reschedule the colonoscopy, put the pads in so that my jazzy new bike helmet fits tightly, and take it, and my bike, on a ride down by Lake Champlain.