home for four weeks

which means 6 weeks post stem cell transplant.

George is doing better each day. The traffic into the city. wasn’t all that bad. His blood work was all stable which means we completely avoided having to hang out for any transfusions. I survived the battles with Wahlgreens (local pharmacy put one of his meds in as a routine refill and didn’t call the supplier. The tech was disgusted – said the pharmacist both should have called and has to be the one that calls – to take something out of the routine drop ship so that it is expedited. As a result, I made a detour to the same chain across the street from UCSF who, of course, carries this particular med in stock. Makes sense since I think they have 1-3 patients a day going home on it.

A detour through Heath Ceramics on the way home netted me a couple of thirds and a creamer/sugar bowl set of seconds.

Then I worked on clearing out more in the sewing room, actually found the iron (don’t tell anyone that), planned the next “kids” quilt and watched the Twins-As game. Which the Twins won by dint of more home runs than I wanted to see….

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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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