August 10, 2009

So, tomorrow is a big day..... foreclosure sale and Dr. appointment. My mortgagee has not yet filed BK, she still might, but if not, then I get the property or my money. Woo Hoo. I could sure use the money, and am hopeful that this drama will end quietly. I am not expecting much from my first meeting with the new doctor, but am still excited about it.... you know, first date jitters.

I woke up with adrenalin seeping into system, and appeared poised to worry away the day, after all, it is what I do. But wait, not this time...... I made a conscious effort to relax, and have a serious talk with myself. “These events were not a surprise, I knew what to expect, and had a plan for most of the likely outcomes. Try to spend the day doing something useful.” Now I know that this doesn't seem like much to some of you, but for me, that was an excellent bit of therapy. Some good advice from a trusted friend.

Ok, so far, so good. I went into town, called to confirm my Dr. appointment, and got involved in an earthmoving project with some friends. Well ok, it was really rock moving..... very manly stuff. A huge pile of rocks, trucks, dump trailer, back hoe, a bobcat, and diesel fumes in the air. You could have cut the testosterone with a knife!!

The day was going very well, then crisis..... USC called and said that they had not received any of my records or the pathology slides. Yikes, no need to see a doctor that knows nothing of my condition. Instant adrenalin rush, another stern talk with myself, a flurry of faxes, and all ok. Beat the Pittsburgh UPS man with minuets to spare. I would like to think that it was just a mistake, but, I had broken it off rather suddenly.

The day ended by unsticking a truck and loaded trailer that was buried about a ¼ mile down a dirt bike trail. Well, I wont name names, wouldn't want to embarrass anyone, but more trucks, even larger machines, and more testosterone. Altogether a fine day.