I’ll be brief. No parentheses. I had an MRI on my neck and arm on Friday. It sucked. It turns out I AM claustrophobic. Who knew? Always bring a friend with you to an MRI; someone to have a hand on a tiny part of your body not in the tube, and do not open your eyes. If you live in the San Francisco Bay Area, I will be that person. The technician was excellent; she reassured me that the coffin like tube was the best place to be in an earthquake. It had a generator and an air supply.

Meanwhile, I had an appointment with the doctor who advised me to quit the “menopause pill” cold turkey, “It may be the reason I am dizzy, and why I have been [running and spinning every blankity, blank day and am still] having trouble losing weight [gaining weight —> this is a bracket]. Quitting the MP has made me a little snippity especially since I have not been able to drive because my arm has been KILLING me. I guess my “dead arm” is of a zombie variety.

So, I have to control the car from the passenger seat. Enough said.

The good doc, who looks and acts like Mr. Rogers,  tells me that it may take up to a year to undo the affects of taking the MP on weight loss. Two things, 1) why did I not know about this weight loss/gain side effect and 2) why did I quit the MP before the MRI?

Somehow in the midst of all of this medical stuff, I’ve been drawn into a world populated with clever, kind, funny people. You.

This morning I wake up in pain, but the misty sunrise over the bay reminds me how lucky I am. I receive a sling in the mail from my mom – she’s the best mom ever! Tony keeps saying sweet things to me and I keep making myself listen. Kip calls and tells us he is writing his congressperson about something. Ralphie calls and promises he will not drive in fog. Kelly calls and tells me she is happy doing whatever I want her to do as far as getting from point A to Point B over the holidays.

The shoulder specialist tells me I have some tears in my rotator cuff and a little arthritis. I may need surgery, but let’s try a steroid shot first. It’s a big shot.

No pain.

No dizziness.

No cancer.

Tomorrow will be another ordinary day.