April 14, 2016
Gotta get connected. Yes. Fingers on home keys. Indices on keys with bumps. Now my winged thoughts can flow. Oops. My goddamn muse is not helping here. No matter. Dog asleep by my legs. I touched him with my foot and he made a sort of high-pitch vocal “hmmm.” I just realized that the reason I seldom mention the smells of something in my writing is that smells go away when we get used to them. Like the dog smell of this happy creature. By my foot. Two distinctive smells, both good.
The big deal is my sister and I have an appointment with an hematologist today to discuss how to diagnose her trouble: night sweats, fatigue, sore throat, persistently elevated white blood cell concentrations in her blood. I’m hoping to ask questions that she won’t have thought of. Not that she lacks brains, she doesn’t. She is highly intelligent. I know because she told me. Sometimes two thinkers are better than one.
I guess I’m interested in the practical aspects: what is the usual timeline for worst-case? I mean, the span between tests and results, treatments and more treatments, like that.
Other questions: I always like to find out the percentages that are available for a variety of troubles vis-a-vis treatments vs no treatment vs comparator treatments. I’ll take paper and pen.
I like symptom relievers, considering that sore throat is her principal complaint. I know a remedy, but do you think my older sister will listen and obey me?
It’s one a.m. and I’m awake. I probably should have had desert after supper. I often take an over-the-counter pain reliever, but I forgot to bring any. I could go interrupt my sister’s night sweats and ask her for one. Nah.
In two weeks and one day our oldest son has his 45th birthday. I’m going to send him a copy of the Ashley Book of Knots. And a new edition of On Rope. Both excellent. I hope when we get our co-op bookstore up and running here in Billings that we will stock both titles.
Remember the Whole Earth Catalog and Stuart Brand? He didn’t list every book on a subject, just the excellent ones. That’s how I hope our bookstore co-op does.