Through my various sundry and travails I always take things one day at a time. So this morning I almost forgot I had to go for a follow-up mammogram and ultrasound. Result: Duh, what is that? Now I have to go for a needle biopsy. I am pretty laid back but apparently I am also on some level, wondering, and to stave off negative thought I asked Ed to take me to lunch at Bob Evans and drowned my sorrows in a plate of pancakes and sausage.

On our way home we stopped in at Susan-the-tailor-lady and my blazer hasn’t been worked on and she assured me she was now finished with everything else and would start on it next. I said, sure, sure, toy with me. Then I gave Sally, her maltese-pom, my 3rd sausage. Sally loved me even before the treat so now I am her God.

Brunswick’s blood test showed that his phenobarbitol level was down to 14 whereas it should be around 30-31. Something is definitely wrong with the med. The pharmacy doesn’t know if they received a bad batch or if it was their error. They are replacing the bottle for free. They should also pony up the $130 for the test, but we won’t push it. Ed also annoyed that the vet’s assistant said he had called in a new prescription but the pharmacy said no one called so Ed says the assistant is operating on “empty”. He gets pretty worked up but I agree things could have been handled better. The vet has two full time workers, down from a much larger staff because of the downturn in the economy. They are definitely trying to handle too much.

On other matters, I'm trying to get myself to clean out closets and drawers, I could give away tons of stuff I haven't worn in years if I ever get to it. And finally, my sheet music is totally disorganized and I can't find anything. I'm talking weeks, if not months,of sorting. When I start to look for something, I get involved and stop to play something I haven't seen in a while and I never get to the actual work of organizing it all. Foo.

xx, Teal