I'll tell you the moral of this story up front - do NOT engage your doctor in chit-chat and banter, lest he forget to tell you things.
Today Dr. SL's office called me and asked if I'd had my CT scan yet.
I said, "Duh, whut CT scan?? Nobody told me about a CT scan!"
Apparently, in addition to the script for the blood test, Dr. SL wanted me to go for a follow up CT scan. He neglected to mention this to me last week, when we had plenty of time to get it done. We were too busy chatting, I guess. Nobody on his staff called me, apparently they didn't find out until his notes were transcribed. Now the earliest (and I do mean earliest) appt. I could get was for April 4. Girl goes back to work April 1 and she works at night. Which means she has to get up at the proverbial buttcrack of dawn to go with me for this test, then maybe grab a nap if she can sleep, then go to work. Exactly the situation I was trying to avoid with all of our careful planning. We can do it, but...damn. I also called the nice young man at SL's office to ask if the doctor will officially bless me to drive if my blood test results are okay. He promised to find out and call me back.
I really do want to play by the rules here, but I will confess to the entire internets that today I "stole" my own car keys out of my own purse and ran to Target for a couple of things. It's two miles away and I feel fine, and this is silly. I will not get on the interstate or take any long drives until the tests are done, I don't want to be overconfident. I understand that this is SOP for clearing a patient after a brain thing, but honestly, I'm more than a month post-op, I am 95% back to normal. My last scans indicated that the aneurysm was completely gone. The last remaining memory of the SAH (other than the patch of stubble on my head) is the smudge on the vision of my left eye, and it is now the size of a comma, I don't even see it anymore unless I close my right eye and look for it, and it doesn't interfere with anything but reading very small print. I am typing this entry without enlarging the text at all, so even that is getting better. So the no driving rule/abundance of caution/doctor's ass coverage is being taken with a huge grain of salt. I'm using common sense, I will not venture out of my immediate neighborhood or get on a busy road, but c'mon, I have to be able to get half and half and cat food if I run out. When Girl is working it's basically work and sleep, work and sleep. (This is why she's ready to go to grad school and switch to a day job that pays better.)
Speaking of that, we have been working on cleaning the clutter and excess from this house to get ready to move. If you live in a house for 11 years, you accumulate a hell of a lot of Stuff. It's just staggering how much stuff. I hardly know where to start.
The garage is basically a mess, but the rest of the house "cleans up good," it's not like we're the people on those home organizing shows where you can't even see the carpet for the clutter, and mountains of stuff is spilling out of every closet and piled on every flat surface. There are only piles on SOME flat surfaces here. But there is just too much stuff for two women who are going to take their respective dogs (and I get the cats, lucky me) and move into smaller separate abodes. Goodwill, garage sale - and then there's the stuff that is going into the trash. I get such guilt when I throw something away, it's awful, but sometimes that is the last resort and we have to resort to it. The garbage men are gonna hate us tomorrow, that's all I can say.