medical stuff

The ultrasound was negative.  The biopsy was negative.  So we are still looking for what it was that caused my blind spot.  It's shrinking by the way.

So the opthamologist, who is right on top of this, ordered a slew of  new tests.  I ran in to the lab, and the kindly phlebotomist drew 14 vials of blood.  Then she double-checked her list and realized that she had missed one, so she had to stick me again and draw a fifteenth tube full.  And tomorrow I need to go in again for one more draw because there is one test that they do only in the mornings.  I love my opthamologist!  I'm SO glad she's aggressive about finding the cause for the inflammation!

I was a good sport and told jokes while I was giving blood. I felt very sorry for myself, but I was still brave and didn't buy myself a consolation doughnut.  Consolation doughnuts are such a comfort.  So, when I came home, Kyle fixed me a cup of warm milk with honey in it to restore my depleted tissues, and to give balm to my spirit.

Tomorrow, I'll make a real effort to get my Letter N post.  I will.  Really.