Early in the morning I will pull out of my driveway so I can be at Lutheran Hospital’s professional building at 8:45 to see the surgeon about my parathyroid gland. That didn’t seem so early when I made the appointment three weeks ago.
I expect he will send me for an MRI and maybe even set a day for surgery – since my parathyroid hormone is in the mid to high one hundreds and normal is around 30. My calcium is high and my Vitamin D is “in the basement” and according to the internet, 99% of the time, this means a benign tumor of the gland.
It’s supposed to be a quick operation that most sites say will make me feel “so much better” even if “you don’t think you feel bad now.” Maybe out-patient; maybe overnight. I haven’t thought about it much, but then yesterday I wore my cow hat to the nursing home to see Kathryn and her roommate Clara and Clara laughed hoarsely because she had laryngitis.
Suddenly, I thought: CUTTING ON NECK BY VOCAL CORDS . . . LARYNGITIS???? AmeliaJake with laryngitis??? There could be a lot of cheering in the house . . . I guess I had better buy myself a big white board with a couple of markers – one in red to indicate Grandma is yelling.