Good luck, Read the fine print, Cleared out, New Spot?

Yesterday I had my chest, abdominal and pelvic CT.  Prior to going I had to down two sizeable vanilla flavored barium “milkshakes”.  I should have read the fine print, assuming there was some, indicating they will cause severe gastric distress.  On the way home from work it felt like somebody pumped me like a balloon with colonscopy prep-like bathroom sessions later.  It was awful.  The test itself was a piece of cake, taking all of 10 minutes.  I have had chest CTs before when they were trying anything back in 2019 or so to diagnose my mysterious fatigue I had off and on for almost 18 months. I hope to have results today but I’m not sure if that’s realistic or not.

The receptionist at this place who seemed sweet and friendly gave me a bit of a mental jolt on the way out.  As I was walking out after the test she says to me in a very friendly manner “have a good day and good luck!”  I know she was trying to be nice but I wondered if she had any sense of how that sounds to someone who was being screened for signs of a tumor, or anything else for that matter.   Generally speaking if you are getting a CT it is not for anything you want to find.  Bottom line is I knew she was trying to be nice, it was just weird.

I finally was able to coordinate with someone on FB marketplace to get the chicken equipment I was giving away last night.  Before they showed up I wanted to start the process of getting the portable coop and run out of the chicken yard.  I knew the four foot gate was going to be a problem.  I pulled the coop to the gate and after trying a couple angles realized it was a no go.  I had to not only remove the gate but also the hinge pins that are screwed into the post to hold the gate.  After doing this I was barely able to get the coop out with it cranked to a side angle.

As I was pulling the coop up front they showed up.  It was actually the woman I was dealing with daughter and son in law.  I was worried that they would not bring a truck big enough to hold everything.  I was relieved when I saw them backing into the driveway with a flatbed trailer being towed by a full size Ram truck.  It worked out better than expected, not only did they take the portable coop/run they took everything else I was giving away which included the inside perch, portable perch from the run, the nesting box stand and the outdoor water shelter that I built.  It was great.  The only negative was I tore a big chunk of skin off my middle finger helping load that bled like mad.

As you could expect it felt somewhat strange to have all of this stuff gone, much of it having been built by my and Cindy’s hands.  I did however come up with an interesting idea to repurpose the coop.  I could turn it into my EUC shed , storing my wheels out there to eliminate the risk of a lithium fire inside the house.  I’m not sure how viable the idea is but it’s something I plan to explore.  I have utility and solar power out there which could be used to charge the wheels.  My question is the negative impacts of storing wheels in the non-air conditioned shed.  We will see.