I was going to blog on le quatorze juillet (the French do not call their national day Bastille Day), celebrating the 227th anniversary of la belle France and the 71st anniversary of yours truly, plus discussing the results of that day's consultation with Dr. Hashmi. But the massacre in Nice hadn't been in the plans.
We met with Dr. Hashmi on Thursday morning. The last visit, a couple of weeks earlier, had been quite long; for the first time, this one felt rushed. Much had improved since the last time. Staying on a regular anti-nausea regimen had made a huge difference, and, with the unforeseen exception of yesterday morning, nausea had almost completely disappeared. So, too, with a regular schedule of taking appetite-inducing syrup (ugh!), my appetite has improved enormously. We also discovered that the supposed 17-pound weight loss of the previous visit was the result of a faulty scale. While I had lost some weight, it was nowhere near that amount--not had I put it all back on in two weeks as the scale indicated on Thursday. That was a relief, though perhaps they should recalibrate the scale. So in terms of G-I problems, life is much improved from two weeks ago. To prove it, my long-time friend and colleague, Virginia, continued the nearly 40 year tradition of taking me out for a birthday dinner, and I ate calamari, a salad, saumon poché, mashed potatoes, and a Napoleon.
My right leg is much more flexible than it was a month ago, but is still painful. We couldn't discuss that with Dr. Hashmi on Thursday because the MRI had been postponed till Friday. Because of the stent in my heart, I can't use an open-sided MRI. I'd had four or five MRIs before the one a month ago at the emergency room. The first ones hadn't bothered me, but the last one made me quite claustrophobic. I was fully enclosed, it was hot, and it lasted an hour. I wasn't looking forward to the one yesterday, but the hospital used a different machine, and it was quite easy. Usually, both MRIs and CT scans are done with and without contrast, but the tech said that the pictures were so clear yesterday that we could skip the contrast. Now it's a matter of waiting for the results. On the one hand, I'd like them to discover the cause of the pains and inflexibility in my right leg; on the other, I don't really want them to discover that something is wrong.
Now it's time to get a haircut. It's been a rather busy week, starting with a bath called the "Furminator" for Kimber. We got two estimates for replacing part of the driveway, or at least the estimates will be in the mail within a couple of days. I got a Salvatore Ferragamo braided leather bracelet in "Dutch Blue" as my birthday present to go with the brown one I'd gotten a coupe of years ago. My birthday present to myself is a new turntable. The old one had worked perfectly well for forty years, and then a couple of years ago, it gave up the ghosts of 45 and 33 1/3 rpms. I've got about 400 33s, classic and classic rock. My sole 45 is a record made by Mel Brooks's son Eddie and his wife Susan, who many years ago used to be my neighbors.
I'll update the blog as soon as I get the results of the MRI.
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