Oxnard—You know, I was pretty excited last week when the doctor said during my pre-transplant appointment that things would go fast.
THEN, I learned that really fast means anywhere up to a year. I’m going with the median, and hoping for nine months.
I have a few tests that need to be redone, proving once again that my doctor, whom I asked this question, dodged the question.
I still have to talk to Travis, my hero son. He had his tests done the other day, and I want to know how it went.
I’ve said it before, but it bears repeating. I won’t miss the chair 15 hours a week, being yelled at for drinking water, getting lectures, setting off alarms because I stretched out, and being told to sit motionless, and most of all, throwing up at least twice a day, which is a good day.
Too many times, I have to stop writing the Tri County Sentry to throw up, then go back to work.
Did you ever notice that every time you change the television station or streaming service, no matter what is playing, you are automatically greeted by a half-dozen commercials? It’s not as bad…
