We continue our story anxiously awaiting an elevator to lift us up, physically and emotionally......
Shell-shocked, your heroes managed to drag themselves to the seventh floor after a brief stop at the sidewalk coffee cart. What an incredible relief to see an empty waiting room, and an attentive (NOT) receptionist on a long phone call. We stood patiently at a sufficient distance to avoid hearing any patient information. After requesting to avoid Dr. Mohammad, we took our seats. We were immediately summoned to an exam room.
In general, kidney nooz is quite good. The BK virus count went from a high of 408,000 whatevers to only 3000 whatevers, and this is a significant improvement. The new CMV virus is also under control, and that treatment is considered relatively simple. The BK, however, presents serious challenges, which will probably include a series of infusions administered IV at the hospital. Otherwise it was Happy Daze with Dr. W. on the kidney front.
PART THE THIRD: HE BLEW HIS MIND OUT IN A CAR...
This has nothing to do with anything that happened Thursday but it sounds cool, and I am enjoying my S2000 even though we were not using it that day. Anyhoo, we headed out of UCSF bound for Leslie and Chris' to see them and their much-anticipated Spanish guests. We enjoyed a great visit with Kelly, Oscar, Alexandra, and Julia. Leslie even prepared a fine TJ's pizza for us, it was by now like 4:00 pm or so and a long time since breakfast.
AND NOW THEY KNOW HOW MANY HOLES IT TAKES TO FILL THE ALBERT HALL
Say what? Our final commitment of this mind-boggling day was to join a group of former John Muir co-workers for a snack and a beverage or two. My former boss lady, Sandi Rigney, had graciously included us in this occasional social event at Jack's in Pleasant Hill (formerly The Left Bank). We arrived to see our old friend Jack Pollard setting up to provide live music in front of the restaurant. Jack manages the group that performed at the Moss/Chaw nuptials, and he personally appeared at the now-famous Henry 150 birthday bash.
The JMH group began to arrive, and it was great to see Sandi, Pat M., Sharon, JP, Ron, and Chef Alison. Several of them I have not seen in a few years, and there was a lot of curiosity about the transplant. We had a great time eating appetizers and enjoying a variety of drinks. We adjourned outside to listen to Jack, but by then it was quite chilly and windy. We did stay for a short while before making our way back here to LiverAcres and a welcome end to a most, shall we say, UNUSUAL day. Truly three days wrapped up into one, with an entire array of experiences from harrowing to pleasant.
OH YEAH, ANOTHER IN A NEVER-ENDING BARRAGE OF CONSUMER WARNINGS
Seems that some lunatic is going around randomly calling you, dear readers, "reminding" them that their Transplant Trib "subscription" is expiring. The caller identifies himself as "Mel G.", the Circulation Manager. He lets loose with a monsoon-strength onslaught of profanity-laced threats that assure dire outcomes if you do not "renew". "Mel" then demands $2247 (for ONE year) in unmarked bills, placed in a plain paper bag and delivered by a brown-shoed square in the dead of night. One of those who reported this outrage was quite shaken as she hurriedly began looking under the mattress for cash while Mel screamed more threats. And if he thinks you're Jewish, well, watch out even more.
Do not be fooled! The Transplant Trib is still free, and a bargain at twice the price, I might add. If you DO have an irresistible need to give away money, the management and staff of the Trib will reluctantly satisfy your habit by accepting any and all gifts of value. So we offer that important service for you, at absolutely no additional cost. You are most welcome.
Next we prepare to attend our first-ever TRIO picnic...but that must wait for another post.
Bob/Irv
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