Hello, Ms. Smail? This is Dr. Duncan. I’ve got the results back and
there is an abnormality that we need to talk about. Please give me
a call so we can schedule an appointment for you to see me.
It’s 5:18am on the pacific coast, but despite the time, my body insists it’s time to be up. I’ve already been writing for a while this morning, earphones in, my mind happily engaged in recalling stories over the last few days. Somewhat miraculously, I’ve even managed to forget about this update hanging over my head, but now it’s back, and my focus is broken. I spend the next several hours on the phone. Returning calls. Scheduling procedures. Updating TheCop.
Once all that is accomplished, I go back to drinking my coffee, trying to regain my earlier mood, musing at how rapidly the day’s focus has changed. I realize, distractedly, that it’s Friday and that lately, almost like clockwork, my Friday posts have been about this drama. Unbidden, the Buffy line, “If Dawn’s in trouble, it must be Tuesday” pops into my mind.
If only Buffy could save me now.