Switching gears

Thank heavens for Super Sheryl! Not sure if my head is on straight, but we somehow made it through the day unscathed. My bolts are beginning to loosen as the final countdown to the big day begins; 5 days to take off.

I was at work, minding my own business, when I received a call from Gilly mid morning informing me that Dr. Mohr's office called. They need him at the Jewsih at 3:00 for an MRI; a space suddenly became available. A wrench was thrown into the works; without warning I had to switch gears.

Who ya gonna call? Ghost busters? Nah!!! Our cherished friend Sheryl didn't hesitate to drop him off at the Jewish so as to allow me do 3 more hours of work and avoid my falling hopelessly behind. I left work a few hours later to pick Gilly up, drive him home, and zoom back to the office to finish my day (which included an evening meeting). So needless to say, I'm kinda dizzy and ready for bed.

We hope to have results from the MRI soon. If not tomorrow, then we'll ask on Thursday, since we'll be there for the final mask fitting. Tomorrow it's off to Dr. Kavan in the middle of another work day. I feel like a double agent.