I'M TALKIN' ABOUT MR. FOLEY, FOLKS
Forgive me for a bit of artistic exaggeration, since truthfully the little guy has been In since the first installation last week. And so far this has been a relatively carefree visit. No belts, no pins, no messy leakage so far. We inherited a cancellation at the very busy urology practice, with the purpose of removing Mr. F. and proceeding with some sort of diagnosis and treatment. The blood clot or whatever it was that caused the bleeding is of no further concern, so the focus is on the incomplete bladder emptying. Sorry for the description on this, so keep the kiddoes and anyone easily grossed-out away from this post.
We arose at O-Dark Thirty am and headed for the inpatient lab at UCSF. We encountered very little traffic and blew into the lab to find the waiting room SRO, and even a long line at the check-in desk. So we scurried up to urology to be informed that "Sorry, we don't do any procedures on Mondays". These are done primarily on Wednesdays and Thursdays, so it would be inadvisable to yank out (YOWEE!!) Prince Foley only perhaps to have to repeat the placement later in the week, So that pesky dude is still with me, for now. We were fortunate to score an early appointment on Thursday, a day we also have kidney transplant clinic schedule.
I asked the very nice nurse practitioner we saw today what the possible problems may be, and the nature of the possible treatments. Wish I hadn't done that. After she mentioned "periodic self-catheterization" my eyes rolled back into my head and the room started rotating around me. Well, not really but I never heard the rest of the treatments. I tried to imagine myself with catheter in (one) hand, poised and aimed to penetrate the, uh, "affected area". I think I might rather watch a week's worth of Mel Gibson movies (I hate that drunk, hypocritical, wife-abusing, Jew-hating bastard) than poke my, er, uh, well, you know, with even a small, wire-guided catheter. Does that seem weird, am I just a wimp or what? Don't answer that.
The wait at the lab after my appointment was one hour, twenty minutes. so we just bugged out for Quest Diagnostics here in Our Little Town and did the deal.
A NICE-TO-BE-HOME COUPLA DAYS
On the way home from the hospital on Saturday, we picked up Leslie for an afternoon of hanging out with the Old Folks. We were very disappointed to all miss our annual cousin's picnic at Sveadal. We stopped at our local Trader Joe's and were guided through our shopping by a true expert. "Oh, this is great. And that stuff there is delicious. No, that crap doesn't sell, skip it." So perhaps we spent a bit more than our usual trip for French toast and cashews, but it was a hoot.
We enjoyed a terrific dinner at Zephyr here in Los Livermoras, followed by a frozen yogie. It was a perfect summer evening, the streets were full of folks, and the Alehouse was hell of jamming. Very enjoyable, to be sure. Leslie took the Odyssey back to Bezerkeley to pick up Kelly D., Oscar, Alexandra and Julia arriving at SFO from Barcelona tomorrow. They will have the car for their two-week stay, and kid seats are courtesy of Robin and Patrick Caples. I managed to watch a bit of recorded racing action as well, but I am still woefully behind.
THE WEEK AT A GLANCE
Only one planned visit to Palacio di Parnassco this week. Next Saturday we will attend the TRIO (Transplant Recipients International Organization) picnic in Milpitas. We have been involved with TRIO for about seven years but this will be our first picnic. The athletes from Team Norcal will be back from last weekend's Transplant Games in Madison, Wi, and the stories should be fascinating. The next Games are in two years, so you never know what RJ and Cheryl might have in store for that one.
A BIG, WET, SLOPPY THANK YOU....
I must once again thank Paul and Jen Schnurr and everyone involved in creating a truly memorable BBQ last Thursday. Even though my warm feelings were somewhat diminished by the subsequent trip and re-admission to UCSF, it was well worth the effort for a great dining and social gathering.
Bye for now,
Bob/Irv
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