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There are still some precincts that haven’t reported, but it looks like the special education millage is going to pass. We’re at 109 out of 113 precincts, and the yeses are ahead by about 6000 votes. MLive hasn’t called it yet, however.

Last night, while I was trying to fall asleep, I made a connection about what I’m doing in the fic that I keep saying I’m not going to write (which is at 8000 words now). I have characters I want my POV character to talk to, and I realized some time ago that that would work better if they did so one at a time. The revelation I had was that, if I put the trio in the order I’d intended, they work perfectly as the trio of ghosts from A Christmas Carol. I want to write something else just now, but I think that I’ll keep that idea in the back of my head. It will be useful.

I’m feeling very stressed out about dealing with the next two weeks. This weekend won’t be a respite at all because I’ll be preparing for the colonoscopy. I don’t anticipate sleeping between 8 a.m. on Sunday and when the colonoscopy starts some time after 8:30 on Monday. The timing just won’t work.

Sadly, the appointment I have this morning is likely to add to my stress because it’s pretty certain to add on some more appointments for later in the month or maybe for early June. I made sure that I have all of my appointments for the next three months in the calendar on my phone so that I can schedule things with reasonable certainty that I won’t be double booking myself.

I still haven’t opened the library book that’s due Sunday and can’t be renewed. I got about forty pages into it weeks ago, and it’s just sat there since. It’s an annotated book, and it’s unwieldy in size and poorly laid out. I’m interested in the annotations, but it feels like a lot of work to deal with it, so I’m not sure if I’ll even try to finish it.

It occurs to me that another reason April likely looked more reasonable financially was that I didn’t take any cabs that month. Looking at my calendar, there are currently three appointments that will require taking cabs (or the bus, I suppose). One of them is at 9 a.m., and I have no idea what possessed me to schedule something that early in the day. Getting a cab right then isn’t the easiest thing, and the #2 bus is packed beyond capacity at the point when we’d have to catch it. I guess I’ll just call for a cab earlier than I would normally. That might mean we end up waiting a very long time at Mott, but it would be better than not getting there by 9.

June also already has three things that will require cab or bus. I still have to schedule my annual physical. I’m putting that off because, medically speaking, it can be delayed longer than the other crap I’m trying to schedule. I’m due for it this month, but I don’t think anything terrible will happen if I wait until June or even July. The last time my blood sugar numbers were worrying, I was still in college, and the doctor who ordered the test didn’t tell me I needed to fast. I was twenty and didn’t know better. I don’t think it ever occurred to him that I hadn’t just somehow known to fast, so he remained convinced for years that I was on the verge of diabetes. Of course, he was a terrible doctor on many different counts.

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Bleh. Am I feeling sick because I’m anxious about today’s appointment or because I ate baked beans for breakfast? Both seem plausible, but I can’t do much about the second option. I’ve taken an Ativan in case it’s the first. I’ve got half an hour before I need to call a cab. Hopefully, things will settle by then.

Doing the dishes just now didn’t help because Scott has a habit I can’t get him to break. When he empties a food storage container and puts it in the sink for me to put in the dishwasher later, he always, always puts the lid firmly back on. If I get to it half an hour later, that’s not a big deal, but if I take any longer than that, opening the containers again is, ah, an adventure. I understand it when it’s a container he’s taken in his lunch. He has to close those up after he eats in order not to make a mess of his bag, but this morning’s trouble came from the lidded loaf pan that held meatloaf up until Monday night. Would it have been so hard to set the lid next to the pan? Or anywhere except on top of it?

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I’m pretty sure that what was going on with me was stress because it had mostly eased by the time I was in the waiting room at the doctor’s office (the point at which I can’t go any direction but forward).

The nurse wound me up again because she thought the appointment was for me to have my IUD removed which was not what had been said to me when I made the appointment. My blood pressure was 110/80 which is high for me. I don’t know, though. It may be the new normal. I’ve been that high pretty consistently since September, right after the surgery. Of course, I haven’t tried taking it when I’m not at a doctor’s office for something out of the ordinary, so I don’t know if that’s a factor that has changed.

The gynecologist said she would talk to the oncologist. She’s concerned because he addressed estrogen from the IUD but not progesterone. My tumor was positive for both. She also said that some recent studies out of Sweden indicate that using a hormonal IUD, ever, increases one’s risk of breast cancer. My impression is that the risk is just barely enough to register but that it exists.

I’m to go back on the 18th and to have a uterine ultrasound on the 11th. By the 18th, she’ll have the results of the ultrasound and should have managed to talk to the oncologist. Her estimate was that it would take him four or five working days to get back to her. I hope that’s accurate because the other appointment they offered me was on my birthday. I could do that, but if I need the IUD removed, I’m not sure I want to deal with that on a day that Scott and I are expecting to spend together.

My annual physical, including a fasting blood draw, will be on the 23rd. Then, hopefully, I’ll be clear until around June 8th.