But thankfully, not bad crap. Just normal-life-crap, which is annoying and frustrating but not freak-out-worthy.
As you read this, Blaine and I are on our way to San Antonio, Texas, for him to have an experimental (experimental to *him*, but not experimental in nature) outpatient procedure, which his pain management doctor hopes will provide him some pain relief. It might, or might not, work, and if it does, there is no way to know in advance how long the relief will last ... hours, days, months. Personally, I'm rooting for "Years to Infinity" but I know Blaine would be happy with just about anything he could get.
Although, he's a little nervous because the first person he talked to said he would be put under IV sedation for the procedure (hence the reason I am going as the required "chaperone") and the second person he talked to said nope, just a local. Neither Blaine nor I believe there is any glory in suffering (which is why if you look up "epidural" in the dictionary, there is my big fat smiling face) so let's cross our fingers the first person was correct.
The bummer part of this procedure is that it is taking place away from home, which means I can't be with my sister for her lumpectomy on Monday. She has a great husband and mother in law and friends who will be there for her, so that's all good. I just hate that I won't be there. You know, what with my extensive oncology background and Honorary Doctorate from the University of This Sucks.
And Grandma Betty won't be with her because she is babysitting all seven grandkids.
With her broken foot.
Yep, good times here.