TGIF

Well, this has been an interesting week to say the least. I received some bad news yesterday and started to post a blog about it last night but decided to sleep on it. Things always look better in the morning, don't they? They do look better today.

As you've seen in the posts this week, the symptoms have been getting worse, so I was anxious to learn the surgery date. Yesterday, I found out that the earliest Dr. Minor can do the surgery is February 23rd. Ugg. That's hard to swallow. On top of that, he's no longer in our insurance network as of January 1st. My first response was to get on a plane and convince him to do the surgery last night. LOL. I can be very persistent - he might have said yes. But after talking to Mark, we've decided to work through his office to try to get an earlier date and also work with the insurance company to see what can be done. The surgery's not an option, so we will find a way. Please continue praying.

I made a big decision last night. I'm not going back to work at least until early January. The symptoms have gotten to a point that work has become a form of torture rather than something I love to do. With the help of my wonderful manager and friends at work who kicked me in the pants (thanks, Angie and Kathy!), I decided to work from home part time and use vacation time to supplement the hours. This will help me be able to work when I can and focus better.

A few answers to the inquiring minds who have asked questions:
1) I have super human hearing powers when sound travels through bone. In fact, Johns Hopkins had their audiometer callibrated to be 10 decibels quieter than standard equipment and I could hear as quiet as their machine went. wow. This is why the sound of taking steps on a hard floor makes it sound like a drum in my head. 2) Unfortunately, the titanium plates are not magnetic so will not set off airport equipment. Mark was hoping for magnets. He said we could attach an ornament to my head at Christmas and appear rather festive.3) I sound like a kazoo as in the instrument, not as in the character from the Flintstones. HOWEVER, I discovered this week than if I press my fingers as hard as I can to the side of my head, the sound goes away. Cool. Now I'll have carpal tunnal from abusing my wrists. Too funny.

:)
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