Plumbing

Oh, I'm just so pleased with myself for that title - referring both to my ultrasound and to the work that's currently taking place in my basement.  Ultrasound is done, results in about a week.  Looks to be exactly what we thought, i.e. fibroid and uterus are larger.  I'm hoping I escape again with the doctor just wanting to keep an eye on it, and won't need surgery.  More extensive (and no doubt more expensive... although given the US healthcare industry, possibly not) is the work that's going on in the basement.  A plumber arrived just before I left for the ultrasound, and Steve was already here - when I got back, there was another truck outside and another plumber inside, and the stone concrete laundry tub had been broken into pieces (and a bunch of spice jars had fallen out of my spice cabinet and were on the floor in the kitchen, so I'm glad I wasn't here for the rattling that must have gone on while they were breaking up that sink), and lots of jerry-rigged (and totally blocked) pipe was sitting outside.  Not unlike much of what had been done in this house prior to our buying it, the pipe was a do-it-yourself job by someone who didn't quite know what he was doing - the plumber said wrong types of pipes were used, wrong types of traps, etc.  (Anyone picturing Vincent Gardenia just about now?)  So they're doing what needs to be done.  And I'll have a new plastic laundry tub that doesn't leak - I'm sorry, Jerry, I know you wanted to keep that old sturdy one that they don't make anymore... but it leaked.  And while you probably meant to work on it someday   - you never got the chance, there was always so much else to be done.  And I have to do what I have to do.  I wish you were here to consult with about all this.  I wish you were here.

(Probably should have asked a price for all this work beforehand... but I'm having it done either way, and I trust Steve's judgment in picking tradesmen, so I'll just gird my loins and wait to hear the damage.)

The ultrasound technician was very nice - her husband died 6 years ago of throat cancer (he had 2 weeks from diagnosis), so she was very sympathetic and understanding.  Because, of course, I mentioned Jerry's death - because I still can't stop telling everyone about it (well, mostly.  Haven't told the plumbers!).

So far, no drowsiness with the Prozac.  In fact, I took half of one before bed and had a horrible time trying to sleep all night.  I don't know if the Prozac was part of it, but the literature that came with it says it can either make you drowsy or keep you awake.  So I've switched to taking it in the morning.  Hoping for better sleep tonight.  As ever.