Unremarkable

So, the results of my CT scan are that all my organs, interstices and squishy parts are "unremarkable." In other words, normal as far as the radiologist can tell. I've never been so happy to be called unremarkable.

Of course, the next step is a visit to the G-I doctor and probably the dreaded scope. Everyone fears the colonoscopy, although the folks I've known who actually have experienced it swear it's not that bad. But I already have a couple of people asking for the post-scope report. How bad is it, etc.

My dad is due for a screening scope (he's almost 70), and he's been ignoring doctor's orders. I'm threatening to have us set up for side-by-side scopes, kind of like a couple's massage at the spa. It's always better to have a buddy.

So that's the latest news about my intestines.

In other news, I feel deep-seated hostility for our vendors. I ask myself what's gotten me to this point. The relationship started off so well. They were on top of everything and I trusted them to get it done. I think we've reached a point of malaise in our relationship, though.

As is often the case, their strength was in planning rather than execution. They were fantastic planners and the level of thought shows in the final product. Somewhere along the way, though (maybe in the transition to our FOURTH project manager and THIRD technical consult within a year), details were overlooked. Responses slowed to a crawl. When you're having a conversation, there's a lag time beyond which it's hard to maintain the banter. You forget what you're talking about. You cease to care.

That's how it feels with this project. When my vendor gets back to me weeks later about a request, it's near impossible to remember the original context. Worse, it loses its urgency and the likelihood it'll even be addressed. Some issues go away because they lose relevance, but most just linger and come back to bite you in the ass later.