No news is probably good news

[redbird]

supergee cheerfully gave me and cattitude a ride up to the radiology/ultrasound place this morning for my followup exam (because there was, depending on which person I talk to, either an area they missed, or an image that might be a growth, when they did my yearly mammogram). This now makes two trips in a row that I've asked them to change the waiting room television: this time, when I was handing some paperwork to the person at the front counter, I said "Can we please have some television that isn't talking about breast biopsies?" They switched to a game show, much easier to ignore. [I figure asking them to turn it off would be wasted breath.]

Both the mammogram and ultrasound techs seemed perfectly competent, and everything went quickly. And then it transpired that, despite having told me that this needed to be done on a weekday between 9 and 3 because that's when the radiologists and ultrasound people are there, that they'll be sending the information to my doctor "by Monday" and I should call her for the results. My mother suggests that this is good news, that if there had been something obvious wrong, they would have told me.

Nonetheless, it's a few more days to worry.

Supergee came back, picked us up, and dropped us at the north end of the #1 subway line, just about where he'd picked us up. (This is an easy trip from our home.) Instead of getting on the train, we decided lunch was in order--while I, and julian_tiger, had had breakfast, Cattitude had only had coffee--so we went into a coffee shop across the street. It was a good choice: when I saw the water bubbling merrily away on the hot plate, I decided to have tea, and when I ordered it, the waitress asked "American or Irish?" I took the Irish, which proved to be good strong black tea, in one of those round tea bags with no brand name/handle tag attached. It went nicely with my omelette of Irish bacon, Irish sausage, and mushrooms. As I believe I've mentioned when papersky and I discussed the matter, it's not just that there are relatively few restaurants in the US that will bring a proper cup of tea: it's that you cannot predict from outside, from the name, location, or price range, which ones they are (except that Chinese and Indian places are usually reliable).

Then we walked a bit, got groceries, and took the subway home. I lay down to nap, with a book and Julian for company. At this rate, I may catch up on sleep by next week.

Edited to add: the coffee shop was very New York: a cook in a turban, and news clippings in the foyer about Sikhs winning court cases to allow them to wear turbans in various local government jobs, to go with a menu that showed a great devotion to Irish sausage, bacon, and related foods, including white pudding and the above-mentioned tea. The "fish and chips special" on the printed menu was fish and chips with side orders of Irish sausage and baked beans.