August 4th, 2011
Hoping I can rip through this post “post haste” without a phone call interruption.
To explain, the last two times I sat down to update this cob-webby blog, the phone rang. First call was from my Ears/Nose/Throat doctor who wanted me to have a cat scan of my throat. I’ve had a sore throat since early Spring, went on a few doses of antibiotics, went to three different docs, gargled with peroxide & some type of sticky-sweet yellow stuff. Still had it. Ramp up the worrying to new unheard of levels as I waited a week to get the results of the scan. I was positive I had throat cancer because I smoke. I took out all my old worries from my bout of breast cancer (see several posts below) and reviewed them in earnest.
Heh! Turns out I am really AM an old fossil. My throat hurts because the ligaments in my neck by my tonsils have calcification on them. Doc could opporate, but he doesn’t like to because it’s so close to sort of important arteries and nerves. Actually, my throat feels a lot better knowing that it’s not cancer. And yes, I have my prescription for Chantix, to help me quit the evil weed.
The second phone call, as I tried to write mind-boggling interesting factoids in my blog, was from DH who was lying in the ER with chest pains. Turns out it was indigestion ~ whew! We keep trying to make our kid an orphan.
I think I have a few more gray hairs as I sit to write this entry. I sure am grateful for all the bullet-dodging though. Plus, all my drawers are clean now.