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Of Doctors, Departing Dryers, and Doughnuts
Yesterday, I had a 1000 appointment to see Dr. K. Since I don't have my bike yet (soon!) I had to take the bus over. This involved being out the door by 0800 to make sure that I had enough time to make the notorious 27/62 connection. Ran over to the Union 76 to grab little chocolate doughnuts (The breakfast of champions!) and make sure Eric, the manager sees me again, since I'm hoping for a job there. I had grabbed American Empire: The Victorious Opposition for a re-reading in the office, so I also asked for a bag, as I could smell rain.
Folks, it was cold. Below 40, windy, and the wind held that "big storm somewhere thataway" feeling. Waiting for the bus was miserable. Reading was out of the question, since trying to keep the pages flat was out of the question. The 27 finally arrives, and I board. Warm. nice. Filled with high school students going to my alma mater. Gods, were we this rude back then? Impossible.
Get to the connection point in Los Gatos, and thankfully the wind had died down enough for me to read. So I wait. And wait. As usual, just as I had decided to give up and hoof the mile or so, the bus pulls up. I ask the driver what the frequency is and she freely admitted that she was way behind because of extensive road work, and apologized for the delay. That made me feel better. Back to being warm. Short trip to the sprawling edifice that is Good Samaritan Hospital. Cross the street (illegally) get over to my doctor's building, and try to take the stairs up to his office. And the stairs are locked. What use, I ask you is a locked staircase? I'm trying to stay healthy here!
Check in, sit down to read, get called back.
Current weight: 150. (That's a bit low, but I've not been eating as much fighting a cold.)
Blood pressure: 130/80 (That's actually high for me.)
Read some more waiting for Dr. K. He comes in, and we talk. I cannot tell y'all how much that matters to me. Being able to frankly discuss things with a doctor is vital. We discuss my bucket o' blood results. My liver function readings are high, but that's to be expected given my background. Blood counts are in expected ranges. He still wants me to raise my good cholesterol levels, so I'm going to have to hunt down something called Omega 3. Sounds more like a secret organization than a fish oil pill. I'm supposed to take 3000 mg daily. We also discussed my Trileptal, and agreed to try ramping my dose down to 1200 mg a day from 1500 mg. I told him that this had, in part, a financial motive. Having to buy only a single bottle saves us $35 a month.. which I'm now going to be spending on fish oil. (Rupert rolls his eyes)
The best part came as he was listening to various body parts. I mentioned that I was going to apply for Survivor. He thought it was a neat idea, and said he looked forward to seeing me on TV. That gives me a great boost of confidence.
Leave the office, wander back over to a bus stop. The sun had broken through and the wind died down, so the trip back was much nicer. I had at least twenty minutes to kill at the stop, and the Los Gatos Bakery was right there...
Fresh donuts. With sprinkles! Goood....
Get back to the apartment to learn that somebody had stolen our dryer! Right out of the laundry room, during the night. They had simply loaded it on a hand truck and taken it away! Rene, who lives right next to the laundry, didn't hear a thing.
That does it. When I get the bike, it is living in the apartment. Or double-chained to the railing right outside the door. This area is filled with thieves. Hell, once we get the car running I'm putting my own lock on the garage door, and buying The Club.
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kshandra was to spend the day with dafydd, I was at loose ends. Nothing on TV, I had already checked email more than was healthy, and the writing just wasn't coming for me. So I did what I always do.
I took a shower. A nice, hot, shower. Kiri came home in the middle of this to grab stuff for her night with David, and we chatted over the water. Once I was done draining Lake Almaden, I went to the bedroom to dry off next to the little space heater... on the nice, soft sheets.. in a nice, warm.. room.. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...............
After a five hour nap, I woke up. Hungry! my body said. A couple of hamburgers later, and I was feeling better. But not sleepy. I ended up playing Nethack until 0230. At that point, in the words of Arlo Guthrie, I "went to sleep and didn't get up until the next day."
Which brings us to today. I'm working tonight, and Kiri is spending the day withyohannon. Tomorrow, we're going for brunch in Los Gatos.
A busy day and a half.
Yesterday, I had a 1000 appointment to see Dr. K. Since I don't have my bike yet (soon!) I had to take the bus over. This involved being out the door by 0800 to make sure that I had enough time to make the notorious 27/62 connection. Ran over to the Union 76 to grab little chocolate doughnuts (The breakfast of champions!) and make sure Eric, the manager sees me again, since I'm hoping for a job there. I had grabbed American Empire: The Victorious Opposition for a re-reading in the office, so I also asked for a bag, as I could smell rain.
Folks, it was cold. Below 40, windy, and the wind held that "big storm somewhere thataway" feeling. Waiting for the bus was miserable. Reading was out of the question, since trying to keep the pages flat was out of the question. The 27 finally arrives, and I board. Warm. nice. Filled with high school students going to my alma mater. Gods, were we this rude back then? Impossible.
Get to the connection point in Los Gatos, and thankfully the wind had died down enough for me to read. So I wait. And wait. As usual, just as I had decided to give up and hoof the mile or so, the bus pulls up. I ask the driver what the frequency is and she freely admitted that she was way behind because of extensive road work, and apologized for the delay. That made me feel better. Back to being warm. Short trip to the sprawling edifice that is Good Samaritan Hospital. Cross the street (illegally) get over to my doctor's building, and try to take the stairs up to his office. And the stairs are locked. What use, I ask you is a locked staircase? I'm trying to stay healthy here!
Check in, sit down to read, get called back.
Current weight: 150. (That's a bit low, but I've not been eating as much fighting a cold.)
Blood pressure: 130/80 (That's actually high for me.)
Read some more waiting for Dr. K. He comes in, and we talk. I cannot tell y'all how much that matters to me. Being able to frankly discuss things with a doctor is vital. We discuss my bucket o' blood results. My liver function readings are high, but that's to be expected given my background. Blood counts are in expected ranges. He still wants me to raise my good cholesterol levels, so I'm going to have to hunt down something called Omega 3. Sounds more like a secret organization than a fish oil pill. I'm supposed to take 3000 mg daily. We also discussed my Trileptal, and agreed to try ramping my dose down to 1200 mg a day from 1500 mg. I told him that this had, in part, a financial motive. Having to buy only a single bottle saves us $35 a month.. which I'm now going to be spending on fish oil. (Rupert rolls his eyes)
The best part came as he was listening to various body parts. I mentioned that I was going to apply for Survivor. He thought it was a neat idea, and said he looked forward to seeing me on TV. That gives me a great boost of confidence.
Leave the office, wander back over to a bus stop. The sun had broken through and the wind died down, so the trip back was much nicer. I had at least twenty minutes to kill at the stop, and the Los Gatos Bakery was right there...
Fresh donuts. With sprinkles! Goood....
Get back to the apartment to learn that somebody had stolen our dryer! Right out of the laundry room, during the night. They had simply loaded it on a hand truck and taken it away! Rene, who lives right next to the laundry, didn't hear a thing.
That does it. When I get the bike, it is living in the apartment. Or double-chained to the railing right outside the door. This area is filled with thieves. Hell, once we get the car running I'm putting my own lock on the garage door, and buying The Club.
Since
kshandra was to spend the day with dafydd, I was at loose ends. Nothing on TV, I had already checked email more than was healthy, and the writing just wasn't coming for me. So I did what I always do.I took a shower. A nice, hot, shower. Kiri came home in the middle of this to grab stuff for her night with David, and we chatted over the water. Once I was done draining Lake Almaden, I went to the bedroom to dry off next to the little space heater... on the nice, soft sheets.. in a nice, warm.. room.. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...............
After a five hour nap, I woke up. Hungry! my body said. A couple of hamburgers later, and I was feeling better. But not sleepy. I ended up playing Nethack until 0230. At that point, in the words of Arlo Guthrie, I "went to sleep and didn't get up until the next day."
Which brings us to today. I'm working tonight, and Kiri is spending the day with
yohannon. Tomorrow, we're going for brunch in Los Gatos.A busy day and a half.
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*gigglesplort* Thank you....
Get back to the apartment to learn that somebody had stolen our dryer! Right out of the laundry room, during the night, they had simply loaded it on a hand truck and taken it away!
You didn't tell me this yesterday!!!! I guess I'll be doing laundry at the condo again for a while....