....finish medical school in the bottom half of their classes. Doh!
I spent my day being poked, prodded, and pop-eyed. I know, grammatically, parallelism is lost, but I couldn't resist the pun. I arose at six a.m. after barely sleeping (waking up every few minutes to look at the clock). Somehow, I had this fear that the alarm clock would not work, and I would miss the 8 a.m. appointment for the ultrasound of my legs. So finally I got up before the alarm went off, got ready, and allowed my beloved spouse to chauffeur me to the clinic. He waited patiently (lots of golf magazines) while I went back with "Bev" to the ultrasound torture chamber.
Bev, a white-haired, pleasant woman, told me about her four children as she squirted hot KY Jelly over my legs. The wand that is used is quite different from Harry Potter's wand--it looks more like one of those devices advertised to help "ease tension." (I'd prefer not to be more graphic than that.) First she worked on the right leg, then my "bad" left leg. These rooms are always nearly dark, so the lights on the monitor are as clear as possible, I guess. She did black and white and color (and now I'm black and blue!) of both legs. Apparently in order to register the blood flow, the device must come as close as possible to the veins and arteries, which means pressing it down as hard as possible. That hurts like hell, and now my legs have rows of blue dots up and down them (bruises). I don't really know the results, other than they wanted the earlier films from Missouri to compare with what they had from today. I really don't know if those records managed to get sent here from the hospital system there.
Finally, after nearly an hour, I got to wipe off the glop and get dressed and go home, where we promptly went back to bed. Spouse had to teach today, so we re-arose at 11:30 and had coffee. He headed off to teach and I headed off for my annual eye exam.
Nothing much to report there, other than my ophthalmologist appears to have more patients than she used to. It's rare to have to wait, but I did have to wait a bit today. Of course, my eyes had to be dilated so she could stare straight through them into my soul. It's almost 8:30 p.m. now, and they're still a bit dilated. My spouse commented that dilated pupils make eyes look satanic. I argued and said that they should actually look more innocent and baby-like. That would actually be kind of a cool scifi plotline, though--the eye doc who can see your soul through your dilated pupils and can tell if you are good or evil. Today about all anyone could see would be my continued frustration with having to wait to learn who got the job.
Yesterday's faculty meeting revealed little. As far as I was concerned, it was a long drive for almost no purpose. Supposedly we'll know next week. Excuse me, but this feels like deja vu all over again.
It's supposed to snow again on Friday. Did I mention that Spring arrives officially in the wee hours of tomorrow (Thursday) morning? Spring is sprung, the snow is deep, we're so sick of it, we could weep. And with that stab at provocative poetry, I'm outta here. Dr. S.
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