Warm thoughts

"I know that it's true
All the things that I do
Will come back to me
In my sweet time."

-- Keep on Rocking Me Baby, Steve Miller Band



When I was in the hospital a few Sundays ago, there was a nurse there... a guy whose name I can't remember for the life of me... and he stuck my left arm to take blood and it was bliss. I mean, I didn't feel a thing.

In fact, when they suggested I might need a spinal tap I said I gladly would if the same nurse was administering it.

Today I went for run-of-the-mill blood work at a run-of-the-mill lab and I thought briefly as I was leaving that I might be incapacitated for the better part of spring. The woman rooted around in my left arm for so long that if felt like she left the needle in there after giving up on finding that I did in fact have some blood in my body.

The heart test earlier today was more bearable, but I was left with a bruise where she tried to jam the sonagram instrument under my rib cage. It's possible that she succeeded: I just kept concentrating on being able to breathe without sweating and setting off the electrodes taped to my chest.

But all the ordered tests are done. I'm mostly accustomed to the new meds. Things are looking good.

Work will be an ordeal tomorrow; a good one. It occurred to me that my best work so far is coming out of my sports assignments. Well, now I've been invited into redesign discussions. It's not where I want to be exactly, and I see a lot of work that needs to be done in a lot of other places... but I kind of did a double-take on this one after some research. We're doing a tab sports section, something uncommon for a broadsheet, and we have a chance to knock it out of the park.

This could be good.

But you know what's better? I DIDN'T WEAR A COAT TO WORK TODAY. It's not incredibly warm, but it's warm enough. Everyone's talking about the weather. It's supposed to be 70 on Friday. If I plan it right, I will be in the office just enough here and there to convince people I actually showed up to do work.