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.