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Results…

Today is the day.  The day I see some results.

(That makes it sound like I’ve actually accomplished something or completed a project… but no. )

No it’s not the results of all my hard work… it’s the results of my CT scan.  I’m going back to the ENT today.

I really don’t know what I want to hear.  They could say I need surgery.  That would be frightening and hopeful… Frightening because Rachel just had sinus surgery and it hasn’t sounded pleasant at all.  Hopeful because maybe it would help.  They could say I don’t need surgery.  That would be a disappointing relief.  Relieving because then I don’t have to have someone hack bits of my sinuses out of my forehead. Disappointing because then I have to just keep trying different prescriptions… prescriptions don’t actually help… they just make me rattle when I walk, spray stuff up my nose till I want to die, or feel like one of the ancient regulars at the pharmacy counter.  Soon the cute little girls in the lab coats or smocks will be calling me Ms. Maxwell and offering to write my checks for me and help me to the car.

I’m also expecting some other results today… replies to my emails to various seminary offices asking for mercy in the form of extensions.  (No no, not hair extensions… though I might need them if a certain little girl doesn’t stop making me want to pull my hair out.) Extensions in the form of delayed due dates… cause sniff, sniff… cough, hack… I can’t see straight or think clearly enough to write a theological masterpiece, a research paper, a book analysis, or even a sentence exegetical outline.

Really, I just need a nap.  I wish I was in preschool, I’d get an A in naps. But not snack time.  I’d get an F in snack time. My recent culinary decisions nearly sent me to the ER. Cheese is bad.  Cheese is bad. Cheese is bad.  I have to write this on the board 500 times then write an essay about the evils of pepperoni and sausage… Yeh can I get an extension on that?  Dry erase markers would make me dizzy and chalk dust would only make my allergies worse and… and… ooh is it nap time?

Amy is talking to herself again.

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