It's been nearly a month since the last paracentesis, so they want me back in another month to do it all over again. If I build up fluid faster, I'm supposed to call them and they'll fit me in earlier. Please, let's hope that doesn't happen.
Got home today and found two more cigarette butts in my garden. I tossed them both on Mr. Butt's front door step. I have an attitude problem today.
Having said that, I am eating a bit of humble pie today as well. Turns out that Straw Hat Man's daughter has been in the hospital for three weeks. She was in a car accident and has been in a coma ever since. The Socialist has taken to talking to Straw Hat Man, and while I wouldn't say the two of them are chummy, relations have unfrosted. He's apparently a nice guy with lots of worries at the moment. It turns out that it wasn't even his fault that his car was parked in our spot - the daughter parked it there, though she never let on. *sigh* I'll have to fix him a dinner some night to assuage my guilty feelings.
I have permission to head back to work again. I'll work on getting a letter out of Dr. Liver for my personel people next week. I don't plan to return until after Octover 14th, which is the day of my big transplant committee review downtown. That should give me adequate time to get the rest of my projects in order. I can't say I'm really looking forward to going back, but it will mean that I can at least stop worrying about my insurance coverage for the time being.
Got a letter from the State Department of Licensing today. They're all upset because the name I'm using isn't the name on my marriage license. They even sent me a copy of my marriage license to prove it. I'm going to hate to break it to them, but the marriage license they sent me was not mine. I have no clue who the girl is, but she's from Michigan and doesn't even spell her first name the same way I do. [insert rolling eye emoticon here] This is going to be fun to clear up.
Not.