The last time I prepared to update this blog seems as remote to me now as watching Beanie and Cecil cartoons while slurping a bowl of Quisp cereal.
But it was only Saturday morning. I was sitting on my sofa, staring at my computer three feet away, feeling drained of all energy, and absolutely inert, unable to move from one position to the other.
Two friends were visiting Los Angeles for the holiday weekend, and we had plans to meet at my apartment. Instead, I tossed a monkey wrench into the plans for the day by calling on two other friends to rush me to Kaiser’s emergency room.
Late Saturday, X-rays revealed that I had substantial fluid in my lungs, and sometime after midnight, a laborious procedure to remove some of the fluids began. At this point, it’s not clear whether the fluids signal an aggressive advance of my cancer, or if this episode is just another annoying bump in the road of life.
I’m writing this on a laptop loaned by a pair of Positive Pedalers who drove from the Bay Area. They graciously have suppressed their snickers as they watch me struggle with a laptop keyboard and a cursor that spontaneously slips into hiding. They know it’s not nice to needle an old geezer with a misshapen skull and 27 tubes in his body.
I’ll write more as I can.
Meantime, a homework assignment for you: Find out why manufacturers of urinal receptacles can’t invest some serious R&D into development of a product that would satisfy more consumers. The current standard is challenge for the lesser endowed to use, especially in the dark of night wile contending with all of the other wires, cords and tubing that make it nearly impossible move while in bed. My soiled linen bin overfloweth.
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