Anna shows her nurturing side.


Jack made some phone calls early this morning and managed to get an appointment with the doctor for my stupid gut. After the doctor made a stupid snarky comment–or perhaps an extremely lame attempt to make a joke–he finally ordered some bloodwork and an ultrasound. (I’ll go into the stupid snarky comment in more detail tomorrow. That will probably take an entire entry. Suffice it to say for now that I have no intention of ever returning to that doctor.)

So, I have an ultrasound at 7am tomorrow, and I’m not allowed to eat or drink anything (including water) for eight hours prior. Also the results of my bloodwork will be back tomorrow, so hopefully by tomorrow afternoon I’ll have a clue as to what is wrong with me. I’m actually feeling a bit better everyday, though I still get some really weird indigestion in the evenings.

So, after I finished up at the doctor I went and picked up my mother then headed over to my sister’s house for a Boxing Day get-together. It was a good time, and there was a ton of food, and Anna was in Total Cute Mode. We were given loads of leftovers when we left, so we won’t have to shop for food for at least a week.

Back to work tomorrow. I need to get the homicide report done this week so that I can focus on my computer cases that are getting backed up. And then, in another week, I go back on call. Sheesh.