Today was kind of a bust as a vacation day, and pretty much what I expected from my doctor’s appointment. It went well enough, and it’s always good to get a medical opinion that isn’t a faceless internet site, but not much has changed except their office reception area.
I have a scrip for a new MRI — and won’t that be fun? — which, after a little light insurance authorization at their end, I should be able to schedule early next week. Hopefully that means I can get back to my spine doctor, to figure out if it’s the disc or he wants to send me to someone else, before the end of October. I should be more than fine until then; it’s less dealing with the mild (if persistent) discomfort that bothers me, and more the uncertainty and possible need to take more days off.
We’ll see. Nothing I can do about it until Monday.
The Forgotten English word for today is “dungow-dash,” meaning:
When the clouds threaten hail or rain it is said, “There is a deal of dungow-dash to come down.” From dung, filth.
That according to an 1826 Glossary of Some Words Used in Cheshire — and if that’s not an authoritative source, I don’t know what is. It rained a little here today, though hardly enough to start resorting to nineteenth-century Cheshire slang. (Although I understand that in some wilds of the world it actually snowed!) It was chill and windy here more than anything — windy enough to knock out the power, first at the doctor’s office for a moment, and then again while I was on my way home. Which meant that when I got home — with a few groceries in tow, I should add — I couldn’t get in the house. I only had keys for the side door, which is inside the garage, whose door is electrically operated. I walked around the house for ten or fifteen minutes, contemplating both melting ice cream and breaking windows, and accidentally making enough noise to bother the dog, who was safe inside the kitchen I couldn’t get to. Luckily the power came back on before long, and none of the groceries were ruined beyond salvage. And I didn’t have to wait several hours for one of my parents to return home…or go about the clumsy process of breaking into my own house.
Anyway, that was Friday. Not a particularly exciting day — I slept pretty late, had a chicken sandwich for lunch, went to the doctor — but at least not a filth-falling-from-the-sky kind of day.
Boggles my mind that you can schedule your own MRI scan. Here, the authorization is written up by the doctor and sent off to central booking services…and then you wait for them to book the appointment. In Calgary, it can take months to get a scan.