Call me late for dinner, just don’t call me…
Posted By Russ Emerson on December 22, 2008 at 7:14 pm
… an ingrate.
Many many thanks to loyal reader MJ, who, having read about my dilemma last week, sprung into action and shipped me six packs of Starbucks ground coffee. It was a complete and much welcome surprise.
I figure that’ll get me through the end of the year.
I have the Best. Readers. Ever.
I didn’t mention it yesterday, but when I took that bit of a fall in the wee hours of Saturday morning, in the process I kicked a door jamb and broke my little toe. That took some real brains.
Russ, just Russ… soooooper genius.
At least my hands and arms remain undamaged and fully functional. Getting around the house is just a bit more difficult, but fortunately I am already accustomed to moving like a 90-year-old. The toe doesn’t actually hurt a whole lot, but it has turned quite a lovely variety of colors.
While on the subject of heath matters: I spoke with one of the staff at my neurologist’s office today about scheduling the MRI and plasmapheresis they want me to do. They want me to have the MRI first — why, I don’t know — but because of the shunt in my head, the Duke neurosurgeon or one of his residents has to be on hand to magnetically re-key the shunt settings, so the scheduling depends on them.
To be honest, I don’t know why I don’t have some sort of MedicAlert bracelet or wallet card with the shunt settings listed, just in case. I should probably check into that.
I’ll probably go with the wallet card. I haven’t regularly worn “jewelry” of any kind since I took off my dogtags in 1992.
You are very welcome.