Magnets Won’t Stick

When our refrigerator quit working at Christmas, we temporarily replaced it with the old one stored in the garage.  Two months later, we purchased new appliances for the (just begun – finally!) kitchen remodel.  Diane favored black stainless steel.  I suggested Fire Engine Red – we went with black. 

Our previous frig had magnets covering about 80% of its face: statement magnets, car show dash plaque magnets, Robin’s Orlando soccer team icon magnet, multiple Mickey Mouses (Mickey Mice?), cat magnets, magnets holding comic clips, magnets holding new wisdom’s, old profundities, and the kitchen remodel ideas list.  There were magnets holding pictures and magnets that are pictures, like Kaydia’s Disney frame magnet picture from 2004. 

I counted fifty-eight magnets displayed proudly, like Pins, Metals, and Ribbons blazed across the chest of an exceptionally decorated war hero.  They made that individual refrigerator (a model owned by hundreds) – uniquely ours.

But, as our friend, Vicky, used to say, “Well guess what.”  Magnets won’t stick to black stainless-steel. 

Maybe….  Double stick tape?

These new appliances come with great new features, some curious warnings, and user qualifications.  There is a Mt Dew drawer that keeps my favorite drink colder than the rest of the frig – just the way I like it!  But, the Owner’s Manual warns, “Do not allow children or pets to touch or go near the drawer.”  We’re on the same page – I like that, too.

The frig will chime an alarm to tell me if the door did not close completely.  I wonder if that relates to the Intended User clause in the manual: This appliance is not intended for use by persons with reduced mental capabilities (who don’t close the door?).

The manual also directs: Keep children away from the dispenser.  Children may play with or damage the controls.  Keep flammable materials and vapors such as gasoline away from the refrigerator.

The list of Do Nots includes: Do Not store explosive substances in this appliance, Do Not put animals inside the appliance, and Do Not light a candle to remove odors in the refrigerator (yes – it is written!).

The Trouble Shooting section of the Owner’s Manual includes: “Hold the mouthpiece of your phone in front of the speaker that is located on the right hinge of the refrigerator door.”  Doing so, I imagine, would allow a voice to yell, “A person with reduced mental capabilities has two cats, a can of gasoline, and a candle in this refrigerator, and is about to light the candle!  Dispatch Police and Fire to this address immediately!”

I’m thankful that medically, things remain stable. I can live with that. If you’re still reading – thank you.

I do Love Spreadsheets

I can’t remember when I started daily, sometimes it seems constantly – clearing my throat.  It has to be a year, maybe two or even three, but it is every day.  I thought an allergist might identify the cause, so I made an appointment. 

His assistant took a felt marker and produced spreadsheets on both of my forearms, complete with columns and headers.  She poked my skin in each marked cell with the corresponding poker from her tray of pins and said she’d be back in 30 minutes. 

I sat in that quiet exam room with a pillow in my lap and my arms steady on the pillow. It was a perfect time to catch up on prayer. The spreadsheet reported zero allergies, next stop – another blood test.

Are You Rrrrready toooo Rrrrrumble?

My prostate surgery was almost seven years ago.  We’ve continued regular PSA testing since then and the results have always been, “undetectable.”  In reality, undetectable is actually detectable, but if the number is less than 0.1 ng/ml, it is considered undetectable.

The voicemail with my December test results relayed a 0.15 score and a, “please call to make an appointment.”

I made the appointment and saw my Urologist.  He seemed quite concerned and commented a couple times that this never happens this far out from the surgery (almost 7 years). 

He’d reviewed my file and seemed pleased that I already had a radiologist, because if today’s blood test verifies the last one, radiation may be prescribed. 

Where to radiate would be the question (since there is no cancerous prostate).  He told me about a new technique that has just arrived in Portland, and is promising for that very issue.

I asked him; wouldn’t it be funny if the prostate cancer was positioning to play a big joke on the Multiple Myeloma cancer? 

I wondered if they would ever battle to claim credit for my demise.

IN THIS CORNER:

The Reigning Champion with 26,730 (estimated) deaths in 2017 – Prrrostate CancerOff to an impressive start, but reportedly eradicated with surgery. 

IN THE OTHER CORNER:

THE INCURABLE! The Second Most Common Hematological Malignancy –   with 10,790 (estimated annual) deaths Mmmuuuuultiple Mmmyyyeloooooooma!! Starting out determined, but beat down repeatedly with radiation, chemo, a stem cell transplant, and more chemo – On the ropes, but still breathing. 

Prostate cancer, inching by the fingernails, crawls back to the center of the ring with just a hidden spark of life – grabs Myeloma by the throat and whispers, “Incurable?  I’ll show you incurable!”

A young lady who’s had two babies since she started taking my blood, took it once again.  It was tested and the results relayed by voicemail: 0.15 confirmed, please call and make an appointment for two months from now.

A Beautiful Sunrise tempting me to be late for work recently

I really felt fortunate to catch this action shot – my immediate supervisor at work – going off the rock pile jump on his bicycle, sailing over the mote and fence (in his Grinch pajamas).  It’s a Public Works tradition.

TRADITION