In the span of one morning: I get an email that the results from my follow-up mammogram are available in my online portal, even though I probably won't be able to decipher any of findings, but a doctor will call to explain them to me, sometime…  | By Bekahbrunstetter on September 1, 2024 |  In the span of one morning: I get an email that the results from my follow-up mammogram are available in my online portal, even though I probably won't be able to decipher any of findings, but a doctor will call to explain them to me, sometime probably. Then I get a call that the Notebook has set its closing date, but that this is only the beginning, but there are my own feelings and those of others to manage. Then it looks like Joe is having an allergic reaction to his 4 year check up shots, is it spreading or swelling? I wonder if I have time to put a chicken in the crockpot. Send in the new draft, Did I pay Bobbie's sitter for last week? Do we have someone for next month? Here are some actors to consider and some credit card bills to pay and a silk dress you need. Send in the new draft again with revisions cleared so the producers can have a clean read, schedule meetings for the project that may or may not go, field inquiries and rejections and FOMO. Fix the old play so you don't embarrass yourself. Did you gain five pounds because you ate bread or is it water. Is everyone related to you okay? Send a quick text. Put spare pants in the backpack, put cream on Joe's leg. Find the password for said online portal. I scroll through the findings and it says 'benign probably.' And that really makes me laugh, that those are doctor words. I take 2.5 seconds to feel relieved, then thaw steaks, check to see if we need ketchup, and start writing a play I'll never finish, a teaspoon of baking soda alone in a forgotten bowl, in which Death shows up at my door and says Hi. It's time. And I say to Death, sorry now's not really good for me, things kind clear up fall of 2025. Thanks for thinking of me tho Death! And I shut the door in death's face, return to my Everything, as it slowly seeps in beneath the door. | | | |
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