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The other follow-up...
Mar. 13th, 2015 10:30 pmGalina and I must've been living right recently, because it took just under 35 minutes to get to the Texas Medical Center. When I got out of the car at MD Anderson, one of the people who staff the valet parking service high-fived me for no apparent reason, but I'm not complaining and will take good vibes from whatever sources are willing to emit them.
The blood draw went well; I didn't even feel the needle go in. Then came the wait for the blood to be processed before I could see the doctor. When I did get to see him, the numbers looked encouraging, and I was given another long-term injection, this time the therapy is to last three months. I don't know why, but in thinking about just how long three months is, I was reminded of a line of George Carlin's, from his Class Clown album: "Hey, man... I can do an eon standing on my head."
I guess you just had to be there.
Galina had other obligations in the afternoon, so we agreed that I'd try finding my way back to our general neck of the woods using what passes for public transport here in Houston. As it turned out, it took about 45 minutes from boarding a light rail train at TMC to disembarking from a bus at a park-and-ride lot on Bay Area Boulevard, which is about 10 minutes away from the house by car. The whole process went smoothly, and I learned quite a bit about fares and the technology used to keep track of them (using cards with mag stripes).
It has been a busy day.
Onward!
The blood draw went well; I didn't even feel the needle go in. Then came the wait for the blood to be processed before I could see the doctor. When I did get to see him, the numbers looked encouraging, and I was given another long-term injection, this time the therapy is to last three months. I don't know why, but in thinking about just how long three months is, I was reminded of a line of George Carlin's, from his Class Clown album: "Hey, man... I can do an eon standing on my head."
I guess you just had to be there.
Galina had other obligations in the afternoon, so we agreed that I'd try finding my way back to our general neck of the woods using what passes for public transport here in Houston. As it turned out, it took about 45 minutes from boarding a light rail train at TMC to disembarking from a bus at a park-and-ride lot on Bay Area Boulevard, which is about 10 minutes away from the house by car. The whole process went smoothly, and I learned quite a bit about fares and the technology used to keep track of them (using cards with mag stripes).
It has been a busy day.
Onward!
