I pulled it off

I made it down to the doctor’s on time on Friday. Things got off to a rocky start when the gas light came on as I pulled out of my neighborhood. Luckily, there was no traffic at 6:30, so I was able to fit in a stop at the gas station. There was, however, plenty of traffic at 7:07. Right as I was getting off the highway the traffic was coming to a dead stop. Anyway, I got to the doctor’s office exactly at 7:15. Naturally, the doctor was late. But once he arrived everything moved very efficiently. The test itself hurt quite a bit more than last time – at one point I actually had that simultaneous hot and freezing clammy feeling you get right before you pass out, but they finished up very quickly. And in even better news, this time, my right tube was open. I got to see the replay of the test afterwards, and while the right tube is a little twisty looking, I got to see the dye going through. I’m not entirely sure why it would have changed, but I’m hoping that this is a good sign.

In other news, John and I helped my mom move out of her office today, which was both much better than I thought it would be and really crappy, because moving heavy objects pretty much always sucks. I thought it was going to take us forever to get everything out of there, but my mom had finally gotten everything boxed up and it only took us two trips with the van. She has a basement office, which meant that we had been hauling everything up two flights of stairs, but for today she has arranged for the guy in the office next to hers to come in and open up his back door so we could roll everything out that way. Which sounded great until I got in his office and saw that the path to the door was lined with bookcases filled with fragile glass souvenirs from all the trips he’s taken (he’s a travel agent.) Yep, pretty much my worst fucking nightmare. By some miracle, we got all of the furniture out of there without destroying anything. There was one enormous black file cabinet which nearly defeated us. John and I wrestled it out the door and across the grass, but it kept falling off the dolly. Thank goodness my mom was tucked inside and couldn’t hear all the swearing we did at the ridiculously heavy filing cabinet, at each other, at the world at large.

Since we had the van, we stopped by that auction place to see if they had any furniture we might want. They had two chairs I quite liked, but of course, the chairs I liked sold for $250. The two chairs that John liked that I didn’t particularly want? Yeah, we got those for $20 a piece. Plus, my mom gave us a desk and a file cabinet (not the heavy one) if something that you make someone take because you don’t want to get rid of it and can’t fit into your house can be called a gift. So we had to move all of that into the house. And now my whole body hurts. My back, my knees, my arms and most especially my hands. My poor hands ache like you wouldn’t believe. I obviously need to work on my upper body strength. But not for a day or two.