The old switcheroo
Gilly woke me up at 9:00 this morning, which is a real switcheroo. I was in Yaron’s room without a clock. It seems that I slept the morning away supposedly because I needed it. I feel better, but not perfect. We’ve decided to head up north regardless, since it will be easier for us all around, and I’m clearly on the mend. The trip in and of itself is exhausting for Gilly, and for me as well in my current state. Driving is uncomfortable with swollen glands because it hurts when I turn my head. I feel I should still wear a mask, which makes it harder for me to breath (or perhaps that’s just my imagination). But the end result is so motivating that we’ve jointly decided to go for it.
I spent a few hours at the college today and signed my last contract. Upon signing, I was granted tenure. Hurrah! Cause for celebration.
Gilly’s physio was short today. The chemo takes a chunk out of his energy (especially when he’s the one up at 9:00!). He called me on my cell just as I was packing my bags to leave. “Anytime you’re ready,” he said in a weary voice. I was preparing to be there 15 minutes early, so the call took me aback. I asked if there’s a problem. “No, I’m just too tired,” he replied. I found him 10 minutes later waiting on a bench in the warm sunshine. The Palmer shuttle is working well so far. Thanks Jerry.
I was particularly thrilled to receive two calls from Gilly today. This shows that he really can dial independently, which is crucial. He has been leaning on me in this regard to the point that I really didn’t think he was capable of dialing anymore. Of course my number is programmed into his cell, but he scrolled down to find my name (I wonder if his girlfriend’s number is #1) and managed to get through.
The first call was to let me know that the MAB called to inform us that his appointment with the optometrist is set for this Tuesday at 10:30. We have been anxiously awaiting this opportunity. Hopefully, this will start the ball rolling in the direction of addressing his vision issues.
We’re home now and I’m closing my computer for the trip up north.
I spent a few hours at the college today and signed my last contract. Upon signing, I was granted tenure. Hurrah! Cause for celebration.
Gilly’s physio was short today. The chemo takes a chunk out of his energy (especially when he’s the one up at 9:00!). He called me on my cell just as I was packing my bags to leave. “Anytime you’re ready,” he said in a weary voice. I was preparing to be there 15 minutes early, so the call took me aback. I asked if there’s a problem. “No, I’m just too tired,” he replied. I found him 10 minutes later waiting on a bench in the warm sunshine. The Palmer shuttle is working well so far. Thanks Jerry.
I was particularly thrilled to receive two calls from Gilly today. This shows that he really can dial independently, which is crucial. He has been leaning on me in this regard to the point that I really didn’t think he was capable of dialing anymore. Of course my number is programmed into his cell, but he scrolled down to find my name (I wonder if his girlfriend’s number is #1) and managed to get through.
The first call was to let me know that the MAB called to inform us that his appointment with the optometrist is set for this Tuesday at 10:30. We have been anxiously awaiting this opportunity. Hopefully, this will start the ball rolling in the direction of addressing his vision issues.
We’re home now and I’m closing my computer for the trip up north.
posted by Gilly at 2:16 PM
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Hurrah!
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