We woke up at 7:30am. Melissa was awake before I was, and was already bathing by the time I rolled out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. For some reason, I feel more comfortable sitting down (even if it’s just #1) when I first wake up. I think it’s because my legs aren’t used to all that activity just yet.
When Melissa finished bathing, I assumed her spot while she got dressed. She started blow-drying her hair as I stood up to get out of the tub, and a blast of hot air from the hair-dryer hit me in the face. I immediately flashed back to my childhood: My mom drying her hair in the bathroom, me brushing my teeth or getting ready for school, and I always liked feeling the hot-air from the blow-dryer, especially in the cold mornings. I think I just like being warm.
Still groggy, I barely remember pulling on yesterday’s pants, unearthing a shirt and boxers from the freshly folded laundry, leaving a note for the contractors, and grabbing my cellphone from the wall-charger. I made a peanut-butter sandwich on wheat bread because I wasn’t entirely sure I would get to eat anything else today until after work. Satisfied that we had everything ready, we were ready to go.
“Can you drive?” she asked me. I responded, half-mumbling, that it would probably be better to drive separately, since I only had 1 hour of comp-time and a 1 hour lunch. She said ok, and we started our respective cars and drove across town.
I parked in my building parking lot, which was catty-corner from the Wayne County Health Clinic. She advanced to the next block and parked in their lot. I quickly walked over, thinking that I didn’t want her to think I was chickening out. She had asked me before we left if I was sure I wanted to go, and I said yes. We met inside the clinic and she checked in. I looked around at the reading material. Finding nothing worthwhile, I resigned to sitting down on one of the chairs and gazing at the almighty color television.
We didn’t have to wait too long, one of the nurses brought us back to a checkup room. She proceeded to ask Melissa a bunch of questions about her history — generally about genetic diseases, health-risks, and other such questions pertinent to our genetics. There were a few questions I got to answer in the same line of questioning. Melissa signed off on a consent form for the blood-work as well as the pelvic exam, and we were escorted over to the testing-center, right down the hall, where she was to provide a urine sample.
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Tonight was a minor victory because I was able to load up our DISHWASHER (!!) with all the dirty dishes in the house and let IT do the washing. I can hear it humming 2 rooms over right now. We ran into a couple small SNAFU’s: The countertops came in yesterday, and they were installing them in the morning, while I was at work. Melissa was here and was sitting on the couch reading a book. Apparently “the guy” that cut the countertops made a slight mistake on the measurement for part of the L, and forgot to put the laminate on one of the standalone base cabinets! When Hank (the countertop installer) came out to tell Melissa, the exchange went something like this:
