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I hurried to return to the library because I was scheduled to work at the circulation desk from noon to one and the reference desk from one to three. Lunch would be late, but that was OK since I was fasting (excuse me, liquid dieting) in preparation for tomorrow's colonoscopy.
I took my cell phone from my pocket just to make sure Drew hadn't tried to reach me, or worse yet, someone in the car pool. I am on the black list for carpool. I made bold to speak my piece about being a single Mom without additional drivers living in my house, and the fact that I work 2 jobs. It was not appreciated that I was indicating that I might not be able to pull my share of the load (even though most of them have 2 or 3 drivers to pull their share of the load and a number of the women are stay at home Moms who don't work 9 to 5 schedules). So I am in the doghouse.
I sure wasn't expecting to hear Dr. Mohile's voice asking me to call her as soon as I got the message, and having her give me her private number and tell me that if anyone else answered, I was to tell them to put me through immediately. Yikes! THAT can strike fear in the heart of the boldest lion. She ended the message by saying that if I didn't get the message until noon, she would be in a conference all afternoon and that I should call her first thing in the morning.
It was just noon. I called the number she indicated, but no luck. It would have to wait until morning. I panicked. Maybe I shouldn't be having the colonoscopy. What if they found a tumor and doing a scope would be dangerous? What if I drank all that yucky stuff, went without food for 36 hours, and then was told not to have the test? What if, what if, what if!
Well, you can't go by the what ifs. Anyways, there was nothing I could do about it, and fortunately both desks were busy and I didn't have to dream up scary scenarios. Once again, I remind myself that I am in God's hands, trust Him. At end of day, I was off my game enough to leave a few minutes early. Thursdays are choir rehearsals, and I had already decided not to drink the yucky stuff until afterwards, but I did go home and have the big meal of the day - green jello. Yeah! Something semisolid.
Choir went well. I enjoyed working up the piece for Sunday - Valerie Crescenz's setting of Psalm 23 for World Communion Sunday. We had a decent flute player join us, and by end of night, it was shaping up nicely.
On to home and the drinking of gallons of 'doctored' Gatorade. I was wrung out - literally and figuratively - by midnight, and slept with the bathroom light on. Just because you don't have to drink anything else doesn't mean you don't have to get rid of stuff. I cat napped between trips, and was beginning to think things wouldn't stop by the time I had to leave. Well, it makes for a good night of praying. If you have to be awake, you might as well use the time profitably.
Tomorrow would come soon enough. And I count myself most fortunate to be in my own place, with a flush toilet that works well, and running water, with soft tissues, and a tube of axle grease to liberally apply. How lucky to be well cared for, with all the amenities, and not just left in the street to die. My bed is comfy, my blankets warm, I am content. Tomorrow I will think about tomorrow.
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