I am snailing through my day, and I wish I were making great progress on the remaining invoices and the remaining mailing (twenty boxes out so far, though, so woo for that and big thanks to scotia_girl
and to the dear person who came and helped me put some stuff in bags at the end of the sale), but I'm making slow progress, and that's just how it is. I think I'm in shock from being in the Land of Question Marks medically, and it might be this way until we clear some of the question marks out. Yesterday's appointment at the sleep center resulted in what I expected: "We could do this other thing, but I'd like to wait until the doctors at Mayo say what they think is really going on with everything."
Among my other tasks is rewriting my summary to take to Mayo. One thing we learned for sure last week is that there's way too much information in my medical file for their docs to read it all. It's a ream and a half, and that's just since 1996. Also my previous summary was not really a summary at all; it was a list of notes for myself so I wouldn't forget anything when we talked, and as such, was not arranged so as to foreground the most pressing issues. (Possible new topic sentence: "I'm used to managing several different medical conditions, but the recent troubles with fast heart rate, high blood pressure, and shortness of breath are making it impossible to do that adequately, especially when my PT can't work with me when my resting heart rate is too high." I'm still working on it. What I want to tell them is, "Hey, the laundry list of stuff that's wrong? I don't expect or even hope for a magic wand fix for those. But I need to be able to walk around and do work and breathe well if I'm going to carry on, and lately, I can't do those things. Halp?")
That task turns out to take much more emotional energy than I expected. I also have two other letters to write, and, well, snailsville. I love you guys, and I will keep working at this stuff, but please know I am slower than I wish I were.