Made It To Clearwater

Well, we made it to sunny and warm Clearwater, Florida.  I still feel like yelling at people “Hey, what are you doing outside in shorts and no coat?!  Don’t you know it’s the middle of December?!”  I even saw a few people golfing today!  Crazy!  Needless to say, I’m in no rush to get back to chilly Ontario.
We flew down yesterday, starting with a short trip to Detroit (where I don’t think we landed, rather were shot down) then a very short layover before the leg to Tampa.  The flight attendant on the way to Detroit said to take the tram over to our gate.  We didn’t see where to catch it, so ended up running half way across the airport.  Arriving in time for last call (unfortunately, I’m not talking about the bar!) we clambered onto the half empty plane.  The flight down to Tampa was nice, except for Mr. Horks-And-Sniffs behind us.  After stopping for a quick meal, we made it to the Baymont Hotel around 9:30pm.  It didn’t take us long to crawl into bed and hunker down for the night.  Our wake up call was at 6:30am, so we could make it over to the AI3 Clinic for 7:30.  It turns out there was a slight error in the scheduled arrival time, and we actually didn’t have to be there until 8:30.  One may think that this would be a bit of annoyance, but not so!  The staff there are extremely friendly, so our wait time flew by through entertaining banter.

The MRI/MVR technician, Lynn, called us in for the MRV.  Chuck was allowed to sit next to the scanner while I was being scanned.  Why he chose to do this, I’ll never know.  He did mention (in a rather loud voice, due to his temporary deafness) that the machine was much louder than he expected.  I had to be injected with a dye for the scan.  Fortunately, Lynn is a pro at inserting IV’s, so it was no problemo at all.  I was able to keep it in for the surgery tomorrow.

After running out for some noms, we came back to the clinic to meet with the doctor.  Not sure if he remembered me or not – he may, however, if the drugs they administer cause me to be a little silly in the surgery room.  Of course, everyone who knows me knows that I am an extremely quiet, passive and serious person, and the silliness is solely drug induced!  ***sheepish grin***  I promise, I will try to behave myself this time (yeah, right!)  The nice doctor informed me that I appear to be having technical difficulties on my left side, which he plans on correcting, if at all possible.  Well if you do, there’s a free flight around Niagara Falls in it for you!  How’s that for incentive!  ***wink, wink, nudge, nudge***

We left the clinic just before noon and headed over to Citris Mall in Tampa.  Quite a few folks at the clinic recommended it.  A very nice mall, I must say!  Unfortunately, my energy conked out rather quickly and we only lasted a couple hours (which included lunch).  We walked out of there with one T-shirt and a Christmas pressie for my friend.  Still, very nice experience and I wouldn’t hesitate to go back there.

Needless to say, I’m missing my kids already.  I’ve mentioned Abby’s googliness a few times today.  I just went through some pictures on my computer and came by this purrfect example.  Guess which one is Abby?

Her eyes are so big, they are actually pulling her off balance, causing her to lean. I’m very thankful that cats do not have the ability of self-recognition.  Could you imagine if she looked in the mirror and realized that the bug-eyes staring back at her were indeed her own?  Talk about being traumatized!  I know I am every morning when I wake up and look over at her – I love it though!

So, I will certainly do another blog post tomorrow, post-procedure.  I’m not as nervous as I thought I would be.  I think the fact that the staff there are just so nice and comforting, they really put you at ease and make the experience much more tolerable.  I would like to apologize to them all in advance for any silliness I throw at them tomorrow.  Remember, it’s the drugs.  (Stop laughing, everyone!)

Today’s symptoms:  A little fatigued after our travels yesterday, plus the anxiety for the upcoming surgery.  Speaking of which, why do “normal” people have the typical response to anxiety, which is fight or flight, and MY only reaction is to be a goofy whacko?  Hmmmm…..Oh well, at least it’s entertaining.

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