Tuesday afternoon, segueing into evening, and 87 is still too hot, but not nearly as unpleasant as triple digits.
Took Mom to a follow-up appointment, and finally - after over a year - the surgeon agrees that Mom's constant-sensation-of-being-strangled after thyroid surgery is not normal and not going away on its own. They did a quick scope (after telling Mom this was just a talking visit, they went ahead and did a scope), and as she was there a slot opened for a barium swallow test thing on Thursday so she's doing that, but otherwise there seems to be no nerve damage or anything so it's most likely muscle tension that never relaxed after surgery and just sorta built on itself. The surgeon could actually feel it, it was so obvious. So she has a referral for massage and PT (the latter of which she needs to change, because even though they told her they'd do the referral for the local place, after she told them she couldn't do Seattle trips, they referred her to Seattle). The way everything seems to keep falling into place for this makes me a little worried that the universe is building to a nice big punchline, but for now it's looking hopeful that she can regain some quality of life after having been ignored for too long.
And I tried to get some writing done but Mom decided that it was the perfect time to keep talking to me through the door. Maybe I can squeeze in some writing before bed...
Otherwise, not much worth noting. Rewatched another Expanse ep to keep pace with the Ty & That Guy episode discussions (which, TBH, are somewhat scattered and at least as much about about unrelated stuff as Expanse stuff, but are still fun to listen to), been binging Lucifer on Netflix (fun show but with some teeth to it; reminds me a bit of Buffy or The Good Place), reading when I can...