And next, we get this little biopsy

The ultrasound tests, though neat, were inconclusive (which is a good thing in a way because if the problem were obvious in ultrasound, it would be a big fricking well established, serious problem, and it's not) so they want me to go in to day for a temporal artery biopsy.  No solid food after  4 AM, only clear liquids after that until 11 and then nothing at all till they release me about five.  Part of me is in full-blown panic (I'll get HUNGRY!) but then my sane mind takes over and says, "You often go thirteen hours between meals.  Dinner to breakfast?"  Oh, yeah.

Anyhow, when Kyle got up at 3 to go to work, I got up with him and had three scrambled eggs with cheese, and a cup of hot milk with honey in it.  Then I went back to bed, feeling that I had put one over on them all.

Because it's surgery on the head, they are going to sedate me. Don't want me freaking out when things start squirting.  I'm told it will probably be up near the hairline - another scar on my noble brow.

I'm supposed to bring ID, credit card, medical card, and glasses.  I'm going to bring a hot-waterbottle as well.  Recovery is always cold as a meat-locker.  They are kind enough to give you a pre-heated blanket when they bring you in, but it cools down pretty fast.

Anyhow, this will tell them how serious the inflammation is, and give us a guess on how long I'll need to take anti-inflammatories.  Thank God for modern medicine.  30 years ago, I would have just gone blind.  And then probably had a stroke and died.  Now, I get to bore you with the details of all future medical processes as well.  Rejoice!

I was out for a walk in my neighborhood the other day.  There is a blackberry vine trailing over a fence and the berries have been picked about six feet up.  I can reach about 7 and a half feet if I stretch, and the berries up there were huge, juicy and so, so sweet!.  It's good to be the tallest kid in the neighborhood.