YOU CAN'T GET RID OF ME THAT EASILY
Despite rumors to the contrary I have neither lost interest in the Transplant Trib nor have I successfully found that Blogger's Anonymous meeting I inquired about earlier. No, Dear Readers, it will be much, much more difficult to get rid of me than by anything that has transpired since our inception. So apologies to the (couple of) poor souls who seem to be hopelessly addicted to daily doses of this malarkey that I put before you.
Keeping to the trend of A Return to Normalcy the last few days have been just that. Amongst the duties we have discharged like normal people are things like waiting 45 minutes for a doctor's appointment. then being told it would be another one or one and a half hours (we left at that point), pumping gas (yes more driving for ME), attending a heart-health class at cardiac rehab, visiting with sis-in-law Terremo here at home, getting (almost) caught up on recorded motorsport viewing etc. etc. We have also enjoyed Leslie's company and help on many projects despite her Take-No-Prisoners approach to various long-neglected areas. These include fridge, freezer ("Hey this stuff expired in '03! We don't even CARRY this at TJ's anymore"), cupboards, closets and so on. We know we are incredible slackers.
Today despite my newly discovered lack of punctuality (formerly Cheryl's exclusive territory) we made it to UCSF for kidney clinic only five minutes late for our 11:00 appointment. We were finally seen about noon so it was all good anyway. The kidney transplant folks were basically ecstatic with my numbers as well as the condition of my nearly-healed incision. After a quick trip to the lab and a delicious light lunch at Palio's (our fave at the Millberry Student Union) we arrived about 15 minutes late for the heart and lung transplant support group. It was quite different for us this time since for all our previous visits I was waiting, and now I am a recipient. We are now answering questions rather than asking them (Cheryl) or sitting gloomily at the table staring at my shoes (Me).
THE STATE OF THE FAQ FEATURE
We have recently received a series of intelligent, carefully crafted FAQ's that quite frankly will require a lot of study and concentration to adequately answer. This does not for a moment reflect dissatisfaction with prior FAQ's but does present a challenge to my simple pea-brain that will give me an opportunity to carefully consider my answers. So please if you don't see constant delivery of goofy (but always factual) nonsense on this blog do not become alarmed. It is probably due to me trying to think for a change.
Thanks
Bob/Irv
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RJ/Bob/Irv is a 61-year-old beloved husband, father, uncle, brother, motor racing fanatic, and Livermore resident who received a heart and kidney transplant in February of 2010. Bob's recent years have been defined by his health, which forced him into early retirement. Unfortunately, many of his days were spent in a dialysis center or at various medical appointments, primarily due to his living with diabetes for over 40 years. Numerous were panic visits to various Emergency Rooms all over California for treatment of chest pain. But now no more dialysis and no more late-night dashes to UCSF! The main focus of Bob's family, friends, and doctors has been a prompt transplant, so that he can get back to traveling with his Sweetie, driving fast cars, enjoying great music and laughing with his friends. This blog will function as a way to communicate with all interested parties and to keep everyone informed. And hopefully it can serve a great purpose also, in making people more aware of the importance of organ donation and how each life saved has a positive effect on dozens of related friends and relatives.
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