Friday, April 13, 2007

Feeling Fabulous.

Yesterday was the follow-up with Dr. SL. I didn't actually see him, other than to yell hi down the hall, I saw one of the PAs, the Pretty Girl PA. (This is in no way a putdown of her or her professionalism, it's just that she's young, female, and very pretty, so she's Pretty Girl PA, like Girl is Girl here, even though she is also a capable professional in her field and also very pretty.) Pretty Girl PA was surprised that I remembered her from the hospital, and I realized later that I remembered her because she's pretty.

I remember Dr. SL, of course, I met him for the first time over ten years ago so he wasn't a new face, but I didn't know his staff until this adventure. Both of his PAs are uber-attractive - one male, (only the ring on his left hand prevented Girlchild from seducing him over her mother's hospital bed) and one female, both would blend flawlessly into the cast of Grey's Anatomy. I also remember the cardiologist, because he is also cute, and also was always in jeans on rounds. The rest of the doctors, and there were many, are just a blur of pasty middle aged white guys in ties. And I realized that my brain on drugs remembers pretty people, but not much else.

So, the follow-up was a rousing success, my brain is "perfect" (no comments, please) and I am allowed to drive again (ahem, we won't talk about how I"ve been driving for over two weeks already). I am now legally allowed to drive again. Doctors' notes confirm that I never had a seizure during this adventure, and hugs to Pretty Girl PA who went through my entire very thick chart to verify that I never had a seizure, because If I HAD, Florida law says I would not be allowed to drive for a year. A YEAR. Even on medication. This blows my mind all over again - what would I do if I couldn't drive? Lose my job? Lose my house? File bankruptcy? We don't have a public transportation system that can begin to cover the needs of a 40something office worker who can't time her hours around a bus schedule, even if the stops were close enough to make it an option. Crazy, and scary, and once again, I have been so incredibly lucky throughout this experience.

I'm still catching up on the stuff that happened While I Was Out, and Girl told me that while my life was hanging on a coin toss, Boris got closed into a room with her hamper for many hours and pissed on her clothes, (any box in a storm, I guess) and she considered throwing his ass out of the house, but thought that if I lived I'd be upset that she'd evicted my cat. If I lived. At that point it was that iffy, and the kids were dealing with that and considering whether to evict the cat for hamper-pissing. I don't know if it will strike strangers the same way but it struck me as hilarious, and I howled when she told me.

Boris, you are here only because I am alive, so think of that the next time you start gagging up a hairball on my shoes.

Boy and I talked this afternoon, and marveled again that a 15 minute delay leaving the office due to shooting the breeze with my former boss saved my life. I am not sure what to make of this, other than that we never know what random choice we make will alter the course of our lives. In this case, idle chit-chat saved mine. But what if idle chit-chat had put me on the road 15 minutes later and put me in the path of a runaway truck? All I can take away from this is that life is a wild and unpredictable ride and we should enjoy it as much as we can.

7 comments:

otherJanet said...

I was just curious if your former boss knows about this "15 minutes later" thing. I think you said he was let go the day after the elephant fell on your head, so I don't know if you've been in contact with him or not. . .

Catherine said...

I have not been in contact with him. I have "been meaning to" call R at the office for days, and somehow have never gotten to it. Nothing to do with him, I love him to pieces, but I think I'm hesitant to get drawn into office stories. I'm sleeping so nicely lately! I'll call him Monday fer sure, now that I have something to report and a return to work date (mid May). I'll ask if he's heard from our former boss and if he's aware of how this turned out. Last I remember was boss yelling for someone to call 911, and kneeling next to me on the floor. He certainly deserves an update, if he hasn't had one.

vi said...

sweetie I am a great believer in a higher order in the universe...
and that if it is your time to go
you go....
and if you are spared
well that means you aren't done here yet

I am so glad you are recovering so well.....
it was scary when it was posted what had happened to you

i wish you continued recovery and a future of robust good health

vi

Catherine said...

Vi, I also believe in a higher order of the universe, but at times like this I wonder if it's managed by a Divine Hand on a slot machine. The number of things that could have gone wrong here, and left me anywhere on a spectrum from dead to where I am now (insanely healthy) are truly amazing to consider. It took a whole lot of things dropping into place to get me through that and out the other side in the shape I'm in, and I do believe it was meant to be. But now I'm tasked with figuring out WHY. I would not have minded if the Divine Hand had dropped a note on my chest explaining why I was spared the spectrum of really shitty outcomes.

Sue Woo said...

I think it's what I like to call "Not Done Yet". You need to still be here for a reason, which may not reside in the cognizant part of your healthy (yay!!!) brain.We are very fragile and resilient at the same time.

Elysbeth said...

Sometimes the world is smaller than we know. Glad you're back.

vi said...

well dear....
i am not sure either
but for me... i figure...
it will be pretty funny
and involve farm animals

vi