ACTUALLY THE FIRST ONE IS ALREADY FREE, SO WHY NOT READ BOTH?
And the first one involves a truly fun wedding we attended on Saturday. Since our Tauck Tour went away, we became once again free to join our Fremont cousins Norm and Patty H. at the wedding of son Elliott to a lovely lady, Alicia. Norm graciously reversed our original RSVP, and we were officially added with a table assignment, a place card, and full privileges. We knew this would be a kick when, as soon as they stood at the pulpit, both Alicia and Elliott started giggling at each other. Alicia turned her head frequently to the guests, smiled, giggled, and shrugged her shoulders in happiness. It was a total scream, and really added to the fun atmosphere that would become even more evident at the reception.
After dinner, the DJ started right in with loud, driving tunes that were completely unfamiliar. Immediately the dance floor was filled with gyrating 20-somethings, many old classmates of Elliott from....CHICO! No wonder this was already at Level 9 on the party scale! We could not help but jump in and boogie to our fullest, yet limited capabilities. It rocked! We went at it so hard that my glasses lost a screw and my lens fell off. Serious! The highlight had to be Alicia up on top of a large speaker, in her gown, dancing like a star with all the moves. A strobe light added to the spectacular effect. And many rushed back-and-forth to the bar to catch the Playoffs. When the Giants won their way to the World Series, the whole place got even nuttier. Truly a most cool experience. Thank you thank you Norm and Patty, and certainly the Germano family for allowing us to join you for this celebration.
FEAR AND LOATHING ON 9 LONG
Not really. My apprehensions based on an unpleasant stay on the kidney/liver transplant floor back in May were ungrounded. I received great, friendly care from everyone. The kitchen mistakenly sent me a clear liquid breakfast yesterday morning, a major irritation based on my menu indicating French toast. After a few aggravated-sounding pleas, the correct tray arrived within minutes. Pretty good considering some of the antiquated procedures still in place within hospital food service. But, equipped as I was with iPhone, Mac, books and magazines, I was suitably occupied. We did get discharged, but the usual slow exit procedures were three times longer than usual. Seems the doctor writing the discharge order knew diddely-squat about insulin pumps, and for some reason did not notice the detailed suggestions made in my chart by the outstanding diabetic nurse-educator. So "early" turned out to be 3:30 pm, and the usual traffic-choked trip was repeated yet again. Oh well.
The medical results were some major drug changes, the biggest deal being yet another prednisone "taper". I started today at a humungous 180 mg, which will be gradually reduced to my original 5 mg around December 2. My blood sugar is astronomical, and I feel a bit trembly. My great hope is that I will not attend any more of my famous "me only" Prednisone Parties, which faithful readers may recall from earlier this year. No thank you, I need the sleep.
After consulting with my excellent endocrinologist at Muir, I made some insulin pump changes. Just now before lunch, my glucose came down rather well, so I am encouraged about that. I will be following up at UCSF with both the heart and kidney clinics in two or three weeks.
So that brings it up to right now. Never a dull moment anymore, and I wouldn't want it any other way. Cheryl is not 100% behind that, however. But stay tuned, it's always a laff riot around here.
Bob/Irv
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