It is Tuesday, September 8, 2020 and feels like sometime late November early December. it be cold. 51 degrees was the high today. Far cry from the 96 we had two days ago. Weird weather is what we are having and I am not enjoying it at all.
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Jim and mom just came for a very short visit, but it was so nice to see them. Even if it only worked out for seeing them for a day. Now, I am hoping they can get home. Denver got 14 inches of snow and last I talked to mom she was hoping to catch her Chicago connecting flight right about now. I hope if the flights get cancelled all together, they leave them in Des Moines so they can stay here. But I have the eerie feeling they are gonna fly them into Chicago.
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I feel rotten, still, perpetually. But I did finally hear from Mayo. Dr. Alkhateeb doesn’t want to do anything for my failed graft until Thanksgiving time. I now have appointments on Wednesday, November 25th. If I am still alive then. Seriously, it is like he doesn’t want to deal with my failed graft so he isn’t going to. Or so it would appear to me
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At least I still have Dr. Wehbe actively on my side. He is supposed to have most of the results from all the blood work and maybe just maybe have the further results of my bone marrow biopsy all for me this Thursday. I am hoping he does, I know he wants to be the one who shares, the doc who cares.
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I got an appointment with a pain doc for my knees. I’m to the point where I don’t just get up like an old man. I groan like an old man. I feel like a an old man. Pain doc’s receptionist was offended by the quote from the Ortho guys who told me “welcome to getting old”.
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