Seriously, it probably has been over a year since we have seen the second car key. Having a car with only one key means that it is critical to manage the remaining key. There is a hook in the kitchen where we keep all the misc keys. The end hook next to the door is the designated post for the car key. It wasn’t there this morning.
I looked at the bus schedule – 25 minutes to the AC65. I had time to look. After spending 20 minutes of my remaining time till the bus fruitlessly searching the house (upstairs, main floor, all the rooms) I turned up neither the key or my missing pair of glasses. I sent Dani a txt checking to see if she was awake, my alternative to the bus being a ride to BART which could also net me a stop at Peet’s for coffee. Awake, she came upstairs a few minutes later. And handed me the car key.
“Sorry,” she said, “I hadn’t had time to bring it upstairs.”
Going from that to working my way through the BART system and arriving at UCSF was a picnic after that.
George’s doctor stopped through (not the attending, fellow, etc but his doctor who is the head of the transplant service) to let him know that his marrow is recovering. Upon request (which obviously happened) they manually looked at his blood slide. He has some neutrophils and the occasional monocyte. Means the transplant is starting to work. Red cells and platelets take longer. No clue how much longer, but sooner or later he won’t need daily transfusions…
So we spent a quiet day, ending with watching the As (and listening to RF149 which comes through clearly) and thinking that I should have braved the cold and gone to the park. I am headed back to Berkeley tonight, then going to the game tomorrow afternoon.
