It Might Get Messy—More Supplemental BS

My risk balancing instincts may have gone awry this week. So far, for this most difficult year, I’ve been keeping good track of the trade-offs necessary for cancer treatment, follow up, testing, and normal life—getting actual technical work done at a quality and quantity that mean I can keep my job. So when I woke up Monday feeling particularly strong and functional, I figured maybe I should take the risk to use the week to catch up on some time critical work, especially as needed for the upcoming Society for Environmental Chemistry and Toxicology conference in Boston the week before Thanksgiving. 


This part is actually working pretty well. I’m still close to paralyzed from the perspective of movement and exercise, but when I get to the documents needing thinking, the thinking piece seems to be holding up nicely. Quite possibly I can get caught up on the last month’s being behind on work this week. That’ll be a bonus.


The issue is that my one strong day was just that—one strong day. So I still need Dr. H to do his surgical magic to paste the layers of my chest tissue back to my chest. Hopefully he can work me into his surgery schedule for next week and I’ll get it done. I’m still pouring bodily fluids into their little collection balloons, and that has to stop, so it may be time to cut. 


Because I want to be ready to make Thanksgiving-associated meals. Big ones. Good ones. Ones that take a lot of chopping and slicing and dicing. Basically, I am getting absolutely desperate to do some major cooking. I’m counting this as my TG1 baseline year. Absent the outstanding response by my GP, his nearest throat specialist, and a immediate and intense commitment from the Hopkins folks, there is a better-than-even chance that I wasn’t going to be here to greet all of you and cook you a holiday kickoff. I can’t wait. I really can’t wait. 


I’ll let you know how the medical shit goes. But I’ll document in good goddamned detail the food preparation. Cause I am in big time!