Th-reee…

I like to think of myself as a patient person. I try to be calm and kind, I am conscious of my bouts of sarcasm and try to be aware of the situation when joking. So today, I realized I probably have a little more work I could do.

So I went in for labs today, in prep for Mondays infusion and what I thought was a late week CT/MRI. With everything going on, it has been useful to have the actual order in hand when going into the hospital for procedures, so I was going to go upstairs and grab a physical copy. However, when I called up I was told that the order would get entered after my infusion, as the labs may determine the timing. If labs look good (as they have so far) the CT/MRI may be in a couple weeks so the addition of the fourth infusion can be included. This makes perfect sense, and these are the doctors that I have, do, and continue to depend on for my life, so…

But inside I was “Hey you said 4 months, it’s been 4 months, what’s up with the four months thing??!!”

When you need to get your head around something, that schedule is critical to find comfort. We’ve all had a meeting we were going to present at canceled, an event get rained out, and a pandemic just remove everything. We adapt, we adjust, we move forward. But, c’mon man.

There was a Tootsie Pop commercial where an owl is asked how many licks to the certain of a Tootsie Pop.

The owl licks “ One, Two, Three” and bites into the candy. “Th-reee…” the owl answers confidently.

I’m good with three.