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So, I told you guys about Taylor’s…disease?  disorder?  here.  And then in my last post I mentioned she had to get surgery right away in Washington D.C.  I spent the whole week waiting for an answer from the doctors confirming that statement and oh by the way when we would be going.  After multiple phone calls and resigned sighs (the military medical system, oy), I finally got a call from the hospital letting me know that yes, we would be flying to D.C. for surgery and it would be happening early next week (or, 14 – 18 June).  That was Friday morning.  Friday evening was my going away party, at which I couldn’t fully enjoy myself because hi, pending kid surgery and everything.  Friday night when I got home, there was a message on my machine from my patient liaison at Walter Reed who said…

…I must digress.  This woman who called?  Nice lady.  But–and subsequent playing “Who does this sound like” with friends and family confirms this–she sounds exactly like Roz, the giant slug from Monsters, Inc.  Go here before I continue so you, too, have this voice in your head.

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Okay, done?  Now be certain that during the entire phone call, Roz the giant slug was exactly who I pictured.  It made it almost fun!  Almost. Anyway what " />#8216;Roz’ said was that Taylor’s first appointment with the docs had been scheduled, and it was scheduled for 0900 WEDNESDAY MORNING. Meaning Taylor and I have to fly out Tuesday, meaning I have to do EVERYTHING IN THE ENTIRE WORLD on Monday, including my PT test, and holy crap I was not prepared for that at ALL.

Since then we’ve been in turbo mode, getting rid of the stuff I was going to be getting rid of over the next couple of weeks.  I’m not coming back to Germany, you guys.  I’m moving back to the states on Tuesday, and it’s weird how 16 days makes a difference.  It’s not like I’m leaving months early or anything but mentally, I had all the days compartmentalized into things to do.

Taylor is actually pretty excited to get the surgery, NOT the surgery part but the after part when she is (hopefully) fixed.  This has been a tough road for her, especially since her best friend left this morning for Japan, but she’s holding up like a champ.

Today involves laundry, packing suitcases, and packing boxes to mail back.  I should probably get on that.

Bye!

You guys.  Life is doing everything in its power to put me through the wringer since John left in October, I swear.  It started with the no hot water/no internet (broken router) issue and just went on from there.  Worst winter since we’ve been here, Lindsey’s tonsillitis, blah blah blah, blah blah blah.  I’ve actually been handling it like a champ, not to, you know, toot my own horn or anything.  And now the light is at the end of the tunnel, yeah?  The cats are with John, my stuff is shipped, the van is on its way to Texas.  The girls are headed to their dad’s on the 24th and me?  I’m out of here on the 1st of July.  Smoooooooooth sailing.

Which is why when I took Taylor to the Endocrinologist yesterday it was a little bit of a shock to be told that Taylor has hyperparathyroidism (not the shock), that the only way to ‘fix’  hyperparathyroidism is surgery (not the shock), and that said surgery needs to happen now (that’s the shock) at Walter Reed medical center in Washington D.C. (also the shock).  I mean, putting Taylor aside for just one moment to focus on me…OF COURSE!  OF COURSE she has to have surgery ASAP, and OF COURSE the way we are getting to said surgery is via medevac, and not normal transportation channels like normal people.  I’ve said it before, but: this kind of stuff always happens to me!  I can’t make up a more dramatic life! I mean, Taylor randomly gets diagnosed with a disease of a gland I’ve never even heard of and after months and months of nothing, two weeks before we are scheduled to leave BLAM!  ASAP surgery!  Medevaced out!

Now, lest you think I’m heartless and only focused on how this is affecting ME, let me just mention that Taylor, because of this, was exempted from her finals that are taking place next week.  Therefore, she is stoked.  But also relieved, and I think a little validated that she was finally diagnosed with something, because trust me, telling people you have this weird disease with its only symptom being too much calcium in your blood sort of invites blank stares of (at times) disbelief.

OH I forgot to mention that we have no idea when this is happening, just…soon.  So we are just waiting.  My work gave me the opportunity to run around and get a shitload of outprocessing done so I’m pretty good to go at this point, thanks work.

One day I will not have random events happening in my life.  I hope.

Bye!

Right now, it’s 11:26 pm on Monday night and oh look, I’m not sleeping.  ANNNNDDDD…it’s too late to take an Ambien.  So basically, I figured the best thing to do would be to post random thoughts on my blog.  Because, you know, that’s what insomniacs do.

Actually I can’t sleep because I am excited, apprehensive, and sad about moving, all at the same time.  Saying goodbye always sucks hard.  And also I have SO.MUCH.STUFF left to do–like 86 boxes to be mailed and hamsters to sell and general disposing of crap and how in the world do I ship TEN GIANT CRATES of belongings and still have so much here?  I thought I shipped it all but nooooo, I was wrong.

Anyway, this is stupid,  I’m tired and need to wake up in like three minutes or something ridiculous and also I have to pee.  So I am going.

Bye.