Blood, Pee, and GPS
Nigel’s vet took the blood and urine samples for analysis today; his ultrasound is scheduled for tomorrow, which means that we will (I devoutly hope) know something definitive soon about his heart, stomach, and any possible Cushing-type tumors on his pituitary and/or adrenal glands. I will also have spent approximately the equivalent of one mortgage payment on vet bills — and I still haven’t heard anything on how much of my own little medical adventure earlier will be covered by insurance, so the fiscal fun may only just be starting. Ah, well; one does what one must do. I’ve also started the year off on the right foot by being out of the office for significant chunks of the first two days. Just super.
On a brighter note, the GPS system my parents got for me arrived today. Hurrah! No more getting horribly lost while trying to find places, or, as is more common for me, while trying to find my way back home after going somewhere unusual. My parents had lent me theirs this autumn, so I could test it out, and it was definitely a lifesaver. Of course, now that I’ve got my very own, I’ve spent a happy few minutes setting my home address and setting up a few favorite destinations so they’ll be preset — and then I discovered that you can change the language settings, for both printed and spoken instructions. So, yeah, my GPS system now speaks German. This will mean one of two things:
or . . . (You forgot there was another option, didn’t you?)
