The News in Brief

Do I ever not have medical news?

My blood pressure is fine, my heart rate is higher than it was before but still pretty good, I do have a sinus infection, I am depressed. The doctor said that she and Resnick had discussed months ago that depression was likely to follow my Crohn's diagnosis -- and they didn't even know me that well then -- and so she was ready to prescribe happy pills whenever I asked. She gave me Lexapro, a low dose, which she says is the anti-depressant least likely to interact with all the other crap I'm taking. So that's good. And I got antibiotics, too.

And went to physical therapy this afternoon for my arm/shoulder, which hurt a lot, but I think was okay. I'm going back Friday morning for more torture.

As we speak -- so to speak -- R is in the dreaded Atlanta Airport yet again, but the news is so far so good this time. AirTran actually booked her on a flight that got into Atlanta at 4:06 and a connecting flight to Newark that was supposed to leave at 4:36, and from a different terminal. Clearly, that was never going to happen, but the second flight was delayed, so she's getting in around 9:00, according to the current plan. Right now it's thundering and raining out there, so I'd be unhappier if I knew she was in the air and getting close. The storms should be over by 9:00, at which time someone from this house will be meeting her at the airport. This time looks like maybe the Hubs and I, which doesn't thrill me because the last time we had to pick up a kid at the airport he threw one of his hissy fits in the car, driving down the Turnpike, and I sat frozen in terror the rest of the way. Like a thunderstorm, these things pass over him quickly, but the effects last longer with me. My preference is that no one else should fly anywhere for a really long time. (Unless I'm going to see the mouse; that's always exempt.)

My hearing aids went into the shop this afternoon, too, so I have a certain measure of peace and quiet, but, you know, I can't hear stuff. An interesting trade-off.

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