Thursday, April 30, 2009

For about a week now, I've been telling myself, "Self, think about what the Hamburg doc said and stay positive regardless of what the PET shows." Still, for about four hours now, since this morning's PET, I've been a nervous wreck, anticipating a phone call for the preliminary results.

Before saying anything further, I should note that I'm morally opposed to using exclamation marks in any correspondence. But you may gladly imagine them in place of each period in the following, transforming words, phrases and sentences into Robert Plantesque screams and howls. For optimum effect, if you've got Zeppelin's "Rock and Roll" as an mp3, set your speakers to '11' and let her rip…

This just in: boat has shrunken AND shows "considerably" less activity. This just one month after the Zev, with still one year and 11 months to go before that radioactive rock'n'roller reaches "optimum effect." Already, the initial effect is alright by me. Keep on nukin' in the free world.

Physically, I'm too drained after a restless night to jump for joy. Emotionally, I'm turning somersaults. Mentally, I'm chalkin' myself up in the lucky 30% column. Literally, I'm speechless. So I'll keep this post short and will report on next steps after next week's Wednesday meeting with the good doctor, who picked a fine week to go on holiday. At least today's a damn good day to be alive.

Been a long time, been a long time, been a long, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time ...