Jane's OK!

She's on her way home, even as I type.  All tests were passed, but they think she may be getting some acid reflux, and so are trying her on a month's worth of Prilosec.  Gotta watch that acid reflux.  I hear if you don't get it under control, you can get esophageal cancer. :P


I've discovered it's quite a production to get myself ready to go in to the plant to work.  First, and probably most importantly, one must be groomed.  Oh, and of course, wearing something other than one's 'jammies.'  Then you have to make sure you have something to eat for breakfast, and something to eat for lunch.  You must take coffee, and something else to drink during the day.  Then, you have to assemble all your drugs and drug paraphenalia (all prescribed and legal, of course.)  


Eventually, you make your way out to the SUV, where you load up the scooter, put all the stuff you assembled into the 'trunk' that Nancy made for the scooter, worry that you must have forgotten SOMETHING, then climb into the Equinox and head in to work.  But wait.  OH CRUD!  Where is my badge?  It's still in the reader in my laptop.  On my desk.  In my library.  At home. Sigh.


Still, as this becomes a more frequent occurrence, it'll all become rote, normal and progress like clock work.


Jane is home!!!  Even the dogs are excited by her return.  I have given her a very long, heart-felt hug.  Now we get her settled, and life can get back to normal.  And I'll go do my Herceptin infusion tomorrow.  Life really is good.  Enjoy it!