This was another peppy day.  I worked through the morning, with a short break to attempt a  kludgy repair of one of the drawers in our refrigerator.  (I don’t expect it to hold for long, but it should hold for long enough for us to decide whether it’s worth replacing the fridge.)

My sweetie was at the beach.  I checked on a credit card bill that will come due while we’re away (not very big), and paid my phone bill (smaller this month; my family have been calling me).  I had my oatmeal for lunch.  I’m still not thrilled about eating it.  It’s not comfortable for me, and it doesn’t satisfy me.  I went out to do a couple of errands after lunch (haircut, bank), and when I got back I had a substantial snack of  leftover tuna salad.

My sweetie was home by then, sorting through the artifacts he found today and comparing them with ones he’s already collected.  I checked in online but didn’t spend too much additional time working.

I have the names of three doctors to contact about a second opinion:  two from my hematologist friend and one (at Sloan Kettering) from my sister, who says there’s no reason not to try speaking to the doctor directly.  (She spoke to someone who’d been referred to this doctor directly, and who had no waiting time.)  The other doctors are at Columbia Presbyterian and Weill Cornell.  I’ll try to find the energy to speak to all of them, but I make no promises.  (My sweetie is likely to be able to help with this.  It’s the sort of thing I hate doing, and he doesn’t mind it.)

But I was really happy at the amount of energy I had today.  Happy Thanksgiving!