Thursday, November 4, 2010

Dear Kids,
      Today I had an appointment with the surgeon who took out my gall bladder, but all he did was look at my incisions and say they would probably hurt for a little longer. I asked him questions about my gallstones, so he handed me the lab report and said I could read it myself. There were “multiple” gallstones up to .7 cm, and some of them were embedded in the “cystic duct.” Naturally I needed the help of Wikipedia to figure it all out at home. No wonder it hurt so much! I’m really grateful to have it behind me.
      I had an appointment with a pulmonary doctor about my breathing, but after waiting for more than an hour in her waiting room, and finding out there were still two people ahead of me, and that she expected to spend an hour on me, besides, I realized I didn’t have time. They said they would call me and reschedule, but they didn’t. Right now I’m breathing a lot better than I was, so maybe I don’t need a lung doctor after all. If it gets bad again, we’ll just move to the cabin.
      Instead of a regular Sunday dinner this month, I’m going to wait until Thanksgiving. It’s only three weeks away! We’ll have our usual fantastic Thanksgiving dinner at the cabin, and we’ll probably eat about 1:00 in the afternoon. Let me know if you’re coming, so I can plan enough food, and give you an assignment.
      Tomorrow Dad and I are heading to Pocatello to see Luke Thomas Sutton for the first time. Oh, yes, and the other Suttons, too. Hopefully we’ll be able to help with some yard work or one of their home-improvement projects. We’re going to stay at the Chubbuck Motel 6, because I still need to get the bad taste of the Arlington Hilton out of my mouth. For sure we won’t have to pay for parking!
      My piano class for the Hispanics is still going great. Marie Searle had to quit helping us teach, but I found somebody new: Donna! (I should say 2 new teachers–Donna and Buttercup.) I’m bribing them with gas money to come and help us every week. The first time worked out great.
      I need to give away all our games, since I need that cupboard to store boxes of toner cartridges and family history stuff. Anyway, Dad and I don’t play games, except chess, and we have every possible game at the cabin. So if you want to take any of the games in the cupboard, help yourself the next time you come by here.
      Life is good! Love, Mom