Still Waiting

We’ve left a message on the docs message line. Twice. No response. Still waiting. The nurse did tell us, last Friday, that the earliest we’d get the results of the blood tests would be Monday. Of course, in my antsy, angsty brain, I understood that as we WILL get results Monday. Impatient much, Donna?

We also need to know if they’ve scheduled the colonoscopy they said my beloved TAB needs and, if so, for what date/time

I’m attempting to keep myself from googling leukemia and/or lymphoma in a 72 year old male. No need to jump the gun or panic myself ahead of time. There’ll be plenty of time for the mad hysterics later.

Eh, who am I kidding — in situations like this, I go all Spock on myself. Yeah, that’s good but kinda funny. Apart from when I’m in the nasty-ass, extreme health/hospital dimension, I am SO not the calm, coolheaded stoic.

Phhft, we all gotta have a talent somewhere, n'est-ce pas?

Meantime, this tune's playing on the internal jukebox. Specifically the version performed live in the greatest concert film of all time — Stop Making Sense. Yes. It truly was THE best.

Crosseyed and Painless Talking Heads

Facts are simple and facts are straight


Facts are lazy and facts are late


Facts all come with points of view


Facts don't do what I want them to


Facts just twist the truth around


Facts are living turned inside out


Facts are getting the best of them


Facts are nothing on the face of things


Facts don't stain the furniture


Facts go out and slam the door


Facts are written all over your face


Facts continue to change their shape

I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...
I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...
I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...