Volume 17 - Day 107/258, 2025 - Thursday

I ordered two things from Amazon this morning; a canister vacuum (don't ask), and a squirrel proof bird feeder. If I like the vacuum (I hope I will), I will schlep about a half-dozen other vacuums to Goodwill. Not to storage. We had a nice walk this morning, and I had an appointment at Round Rock Hospital at 12:30. Arrive at 11:30. If they want you to arrive at 11:30, the appointment should be for 11:30. Plus, I do the on-line check-in, so... Whatever. The other instructions were; no food or caffeine four hours before appointment. So, is that 4 hours before 12:30 or 4 hours before 11:30? Just to play it safe, I assumed it would be 4 hours before 11:30. I got there at 10:45 just to cause people grief, and had to fill out another form, then I got another wristband (I am starting a new collection). Then I was directed to up the ramp, turn left and then turn right. THEN, go halfway down the hall, turn left and take a seat. Shortly after, my phone said they were ready to see me in Interview Room 2. When I got there, I asked them what the appointment was for, and the lady said I was to participate in an intervention. That was kind of news to me, but, whatever (again). It turns out that I was there for a heart scan with a contrast dye injection. They gave me a couple pills to reduce my heart rate, but they never did give me the two nitroglycerin pills to put under my tongue that they promised. Then I just laid in a dark room for about 30 or 40 minutes. I never did actually go to sleep, but I got close. Then they wheeled me (in the hospital bed) to the room where the scan was to be. It was kind of like dodge 'em cars, but that was kind of fun. By now I had the IV in my arm for about 45 minutes, and told me what was going to happen. I went back and forth in the scanner a few times, and they came back out and said they weren't going to do the scan, because my calcium levels were too high. I would have thought that was a good thing, but I guess not. SO...my self diagnosis, with the help of Mrs. Google, is that I have Hypercalcemia. I will go with that until I hear something official from someone that actually know what they are talking about. Mrs. Google says it requires 'immediate medical attention,' but nobody has called. I am not sure that I really need to know everything that is going on inside this old body of mine.