File That One Under "Gyro."

I don’t know if it’s mental/emotional fatigue from all the intensive medical stuff from the last four years or just how I’m wired differently, but when a surgeon tells me “about a week or more recovery in the hospital,” what pops into my head right after “Can I see my daughter during that time” is “Is your wifi any good?”

Waiting to hear back on test results and analysis (and wifi answer!), chats between surgeons and doctors and oncologists, etc. File that one under “Joygasm.” Or “Gyro,” since I ordered one for lunch as part of my “food for the soul” regimen I tend to self-prescribe to after hearing troubling news.

No, nobody understands my filing system.