just got two calls from the payroll person at my surgeon's office. The first insisted that the surgeon, whom I am seeing in a week, and who will plan my one or two operations is no longer in my network! Horrors! Disaster! But my strategy was to call the representative who is working to get me on Medicaid and see if she could handle it. Ten minutes later, another phone call from the payroll person. It seems that the doctor is in the network after all. False alarm! So why am I still tensed out about it? Hard to focus on anything else.
Some back peddling--maybe this will calm me down. This is my "wait" week. Just some phone calls to make and some banking to do. Next Monday: Ct scan and (hopefully) MRI, Tuesday a visit to the radiation oncologist, wednesday to the blood people (that really is a community) and the blood oncologist, and Friday the visit to the surgeon mentioned above. It will be then, I hope, that sme dates are set for my one or possibly two operations. Then I can make some plans for the next few weeks and into early July.
Other than that, things are pretty calm (when I am not overeating). Reading a lot more---finished The Turner House---a strong accomplishment from the writer Angela Flornoy. She managed to create the flow of the generations that she challenged herself to make Three generations of a black family, mostly based in Detroit, In the last 24 hours, have read Shakespeare's Two Gentlemen of Verona. An interesting work, filled with word play---almost obsessive about it. Thought to be one of Shakespeare's earlier plays, but the writing is very sophistocated. Real date of creation shrouded in mystery. The characters' passions are undercut constantly by the intellectuality of the language. Tough play to put on, have not seen a production since a very poor one from Canada in High School. But of course there was the musical of Two Gentlemen, the MacDermott-Guare creation that Susan, my ex wife and myself must have seen at least 7 times over a three year period, Guare eliminated most of the word play and replaced it (in collaboration with Mcdermott) with a bouncy macho laced energy that was infectious. Whenever the two of us were not sure what we wanted to see, we would check in with the musical. The late Raul Julia---incredible! So I was really surprised by how intellectual the original play is. Like Richard II, which I read earlier this year, it seems to inhabit a language and vision that is separate from Shakespeare's other plays. Same writer..? Who knows.
Okay, chilled out a little bit. Have some reading to do, and tonight is a heavy sports night. Will report soon.
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