Well, things are going well. I am a bit groggy from test today, but looking forward to Thurs. I have a CT scan at 7:50 (ick) am, then a meeting with a dietition in endocrinology, and then a follow up meeting back at Dr. Kamath's office, where I assume I will hear of any changes they want me to make. They could suggest some type of intervention, but I got the distinct impression that they were mainly wanting to assess the whole situation, have a plan in place in case intervention becomes necessary, and send me on my merry way on Friday. That's what I'm hoping, anyway.
Yesterday morning in the elevator a woman got on and hit the wrong button, then apologized by saying.."Oh, I have a brain tumor. Don't pay any attention to me." On the first night, a guy bummed a cig from me outside, then told me that he's here for a bone scan... probably has cancer in his bones.
There's certainly a bit of sick humor to all of this... I figure so many people here have been sick for a long time and are kinda morbid and twisted about it. I understand this feeling completely.
The buildings and campus themselves are remarkable in their luxuriessness. Is that a word? Everything is all marble and steel and glass, and very very nice. There are baby grand piano's in several of the lobbies, often with someone playing them. There are museum type exhibits everywhere, sculptures, paintings, etc. I think I posted a pic of some blown glass that was way cool.
Ginger is being strangely tolerant of me, and I suppose I have been too. It's been a great trip in that respect.
I have weird roaming charges on my phone, so I am only calling Scott and Becky since they are on T-mobile and it's free. I have briefly talked to the lovely Heather, just for a dose of her own brand of sunshine, and to Andy and Jamie to keep them semi-updated.
I have nothing else funny or interesting, although there was a pain in the ass dude in the restaurant last night BERATING the waitstaff for like 10 minutes. We dubbed him The Jackass, and hopefully I'll be able to get a pic of him, or maybe just a pic of the waitstaff spitting in his food. Is he stupid??? Ladies, you can tell a lot about a man by how he treats waitstaff and how he tips. Remember that.
I am off to bed. It's almost 11!