The Missing March Post
The Missing March Post
I went to see Dr. Karen towards the end of the month just before I flew to Seattle.
Dr. Karen is going to keep me on the Xeloda for as long as I can tolerate it. She thinks it has greatly helped me with the cancer fight. Easy for her to say, she doesn’t take it. My hands are still drier than the Mojave Desert in Summer. I am still just as sensitive to the cold.
Although, on the plus side, I no longer have the colostomy bag glued to my stomach. I have a rapidly healing scar to replace the bag. I know the scar will be completely healed in much less than two and half years. I can actually look forward to having a social life very soon.
Dr. Karen said that my cancer is “very stable” and “well controlled” now.
Dr. Karen does not use excessive adjectives when discussing my medical condition. I guess those adjectives are not terribly bad when you consider all of the other ones that she could have used.
Doug went with to see Dr. Karen. He wanted to come along since it had been a while since he last participated in a clinic visit. I like it when Doug comes along because he asks some very interesting questions and thinks of ideas that I have overlooked.
I saw Nurse Vhrunda and Nurse Wendy when I saw Dr. Karen. They both thanked me for the last tub of Hershey’s chocolate candy. Nurse Vhrunda said that the last time she saw me that “I looked like death and now I looked much better.” I guess that I will take that as an improvement and a complement.
I guess Vhrunda’s comment was true since a lot of my current and former students have made the same or similar observations. Some of my students have asked what happened to my cane. I used a cane when I first came back to teaching because I hadn’t recovered my full strength. I am close to being at my full strength now.
Molly was nagging me about how long and ratty my hair looked when she cut it this month.
It should have looked long and ratty. It had been two months since she had previously cut my hair. I had my hair cut during quarter break so I wore a plaid shirt again to her salon because it was on the cool side; Molly had on a plaid blouse too. We both kidded the receptionist about not reading the memo to wear plaid to the salon.
Molly said she loved me and hated me, all at the same time. She loved me for the Ethel M chocolates. Molly has a sweet tooth the size of a T. Rex incisor and a near incurable addiction to chocolate. She hated me for the chocolate because she plans to look stunning by the time warm weather rolls around and she fits into her bikini.
Personally, I believe Molly will look stunning by Summer regardless of how well she does at fighting the chocolate addiction.
I have five classes to teach at school. I was going to teach a course in Research Methods but that got changed at the next to last minute. I am teaching a new course in Integrated Marketing Communications instead. The schedule change was the result of an instructor deciding at beyond that last minute to not return to the campus; this resulted in a major schedule rework.
My Group Dynamics course and my Microeconomics course are both large classes with 36 and 31 students respectively. My other three classes have a total of 16, combined enrollment. All of my small classes are new classes to me. It takes me about four hours or more to prepare for one of my new classes.
The school has an instructor measurement program. We are expected to achieve half of scores. In my case for last quarter, I had five classes with three evaluation factors. I hit 12 of the 15 scores so I considered by this measure to be a good instructor. I would have done better if I had not been for four weeks following my operation, attendance in all of my classes dropped off in varying degrees.
My trip to Seattle for the Princess’ birthday went very well for me until it was time to fly home.
I had told the Princess that I didn’t feel up to eating at Morton’s where we, the Reinhardt clan, usually go for birthdays. I didn’t think I could eat all that Morton’s will serve because my appetite had not returned to its pre-surgery level yet.
The Princess got together with the Nutritionist and decided to try a new place, called Salty’s, which featured fresh seafood. That made a great deal of sense since we were in Seattle after all. Salty’s is located on Puget Sound in West Seattle. This gave us a great view of downtown Seattle since the clouds had lifted for the afternoon.
The Nutritionist and I ended up with scallops for our dinners. The Princess and the Golfer had grilled salmon. My nephew had a lobster; his girl friend is not a fish lover and elected to have a slab of beef. I am certain that I can have one of the clan vote for a return to Morton’s The Steakhouse for next year.
My flight home was an E-Ticket ride. It was very turbulent for the first hour or so and then the turbulence tapered off for the rest of the flight. The woman in the seat behind me was traveling with two pre-teen girls and a two year old. The two year old practiced her tap dance lessons on the back of my seat for most of the flight. I was tempted to say something but chose not to; the woman had enough trouble without me making it worse. Because of bad weather in San Francisco, she missed an earlier flight that would have end up taking her to San Diego so the group could sail on a weeklong cruise to Mexico.
Because of the change in flights, my flight was leaving two hours after her original flight; she was going to be landing in Los Angeles. She had to deal with getting her bags without any help, get the kids and bags to a car rental agency, drive to San Diego, turn her rental car in, and board her ship before it sailed at 5:00 PM. Our plane landed in Los Angeles around 1:20 PM.
If I were betting, I would have bet that she would not make the ship’s sailing.
I did my taxes and Doug’s taxes to end the month. Doug was very happy when I told him that he didn’t owe any money for taxes. I was surprised at the size of my tax refund. It was much larger than I thought it would be.
Be well and stay happy.
I went to see Dr. Karen towards the end of the month just before I flew to Seattle.
Dr. Karen is going to keep me on the Xeloda for as long as I can tolerate it. She thinks it has greatly helped me with the cancer fight. Easy for her to say, she doesn’t take it. My hands are still drier than the Mojave Desert in Summer. I am still just as sensitive to the cold.
Although, on the plus side, I no longer have the colostomy bag glued to my stomach. I have a rapidly healing scar to replace the bag. I know the scar will be completely healed in much less than two and half years. I can actually look forward to having a social life very soon.
Dr. Karen said that my cancer is “very stable” and “well controlled” now.
Dr. Karen does not use excessive adjectives when discussing my medical condition. I guess those adjectives are not terribly bad when you consider all of the other ones that she could have used.
Doug went with to see Dr. Karen. He wanted to come along since it had been a while since he last participated in a clinic visit. I like it when Doug comes along because he asks some very interesting questions and thinks of ideas that I have overlooked.
I saw Nurse Vhrunda and Nurse Wendy when I saw Dr. Karen. They both thanked me for the last tub of Hershey’s chocolate candy. Nurse Vhrunda said that the last time she saw me that “I looked like death and now I looked much better.” I guess that I will take that as an improvement and a complement.
I guess Vhrunda’s comment was true since a lot of my current and former students have made the same or similar observations. Some of my students have asked what happened to my cane. I used a cane when I first came back to teaching because I hadn’t recovered my full strength. I am close to being at my full strength now.
Molly was nagging me about how long and ratty my hair looked when she cut it this month.It should have looked long and ratty. It had been two months since she had previously cut my hair. I had my hair cut during quarter break so I wore a plaid shirt again to her salon because it was on the cool side; Molly had on a plaid blouse too. We both kidded the receptionist about not reading the memo to wear plaid to the salon.
Molly said she loved me and hated me, all at the same time. She loved me for the Ethel M chocolates. Molly has a sweet tooth the size of a T. Rex incisor and a near incurable addiction to chocolate. She hated me for the chocolate because she plans to look stunning by the time warm weather rolls around and she fits into her bikini.
Personally, I believe Molly will look stunning by Summer regardless of how well she does at fighting the chocolate addiction.
I have five classes to teach at school. I was going to teach a course in Research Methods but that got changed at the next to last minute. I am teaching a new course in Integrated Marketing Communications instead. The schedule change was the result of an instructor deciding at beyond that last minute to not return to the campus; this resulted in a major schedule rework.
My Group Dynamics course and my Microeconomics course are both large classes with 36 and 31 students respectively. My other three classes have a total of 16, combined enrollment. All of my small classes are new classes to me. It takes me about four hours or more to prepare for one of my new classes.
The school has an instructor measurement program. We are expected to achieve half of scores. In my case for last quarter, I had five classes with three evaluation factors. I hit 12 of the 15 scores so I considered by this measure to be a good instructor. I would have done better if I had not been for four weeks following my operation, attendance in all of my classes dropped off in varying degrees.
My trip to Seattle for the Princess’ birthday went very well for me until it was time to fly home.
I had told the Princess that I didn’t feel up to eating at Morton’s where we, the Reinhardt clan, usually go for birthdays. I didn’t think I could eat all that Morton’s will serve because my appetite had not returned to its pre-surgery level yet.
The Princess got together with the Nutritionist and decided to try a new place, called Salty’s, which featured fresh seafood. That made a great deal of sense since we were in Seattle after all. Salty’s is located on Puget Sound in West Seattle. This gave us a great view of downtown Seattle since the clouds had lifted for the afternoon.
The Nutritionist and I ended up with scallops for our dinners. The Princess and the Golfer had grilled salmon. My nephew had a lobster; his girl friend is not a fish lover and elected to have a slab of beef. I am certain that I can have one of the clan vote for a return to Morton’s The Steakhouse for next year.
My flight home was an E-Ticket ride. It was very turbulent for the first hour or so and then the turbulence tapered off for the rest of the flight. The woman in the seat behind me was traveling with two pre-teen girls and a two year old. The two year old practiced her tap dance lessons on the back of my seat for most of the flight. I was tempted to say something but chose not to; the woman had enough trouble without me making it worse. Because of bad weather in San Francisco, she missed an earlier flight that would have end up taking her to San Diego so the group could sail on a weeklong cruise to Mexico.
Because of the change in flights, my flight was leaving two hours after her original flight; she was going to be landing in Los Angeles. She had to deal with getting her bags without any help, get the kids and bags to a car rental agency, drive to San Diego, turn her rental car in, and board her ship before it sailed at 5:00 PM. Our plane landed in Los Angeles around 1:20 PM.
If I were betting, I would have bet that she would not make the ship’s sailing.
I did my taxes and Doug’s taxes to end the month. Doug was very happy when I told him that he didn’t owe any money for taxes. I was surprised at the size of my tax refund. It was much larger than I thought it would be.
Be well and stay happy.
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