Back in the Lounge Chair

Since I had essentially been up all night, I was more than glad to see that the coffee stand at the VA had both coffee and muffins. Driving over from UCSF wasn’t all that challenging. Not even given the stupid directions that Google Maps was trying to give me. It was just easier to back track to Stanyan, cross the panhandle of the park and drive up Geary to 42nd. Would have been much, much easier if the fog had not decided to be a cold, wet blanket over everything.

As soon as the infusion center opened, I crawled into a chair with a pillow and two blankets. I stayed awake long enough to get blood drawn; then had to be woken to see my doc. After a nice discussion, two of my chemo meds are being reduced, my echo is ok. My anemia is a huge pain and I can get a scan next week if I really want one.

I crawled back in my chair and dozed off and on for the next couple of hours. That turned out to be good because the dipping Google/Siri voice wanted to send me through downtown on the way home. Or to the Golden Gate Bridge. Me? Geary to 36th to Fulton to Stanyan to Oak and away we go. Only took 20 minutes to get those last couple of blocks to the freeway and forever after that. I gave up and bailed @ Ashby. Meanwhile – there is a faster route available… you can save two minutes….

Right. Not.

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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