Blogging Tunes: Phish Oddities Vol. 1 (Thanks, Lou!)
When they sprung me from UCSF on Friday afternoon (12/31/2010) it was somewhat of a surprise -- even to me. I got a sense that it was possible on Thursday, and I knew Friday morning, that it was actually happening, but it was a rather sudden decision by the staff. My counts just skyrocketed (a good thing) and I wasn't having any fevers or other adverse side effects, so they discharged me. I didn't want to post here on Friday morning, primarily because I didn't want to jinx it. I also thought it would be a fun surprise for y'all to see the "I'm out" post, which, judging from the comments, it was.
Now before Heather knew I was getting discharged, the plan was for her to bring Orion to Dave and Laura's for a NYE sleepover. Heather and I decided that I'd just show up and we'd surprise them. Boy, did that ever work! I wish I had a picture of Laura's face when she opened the door and saw me instead of H. Priceless Moment #1. When we arrived, Dave was out walking Buster, so I started scheming :) When he got home, I was somewhat strategically out of sight. I waited until everyone had said all their hellos and then I ran up to Dave and kinda grabbed him around the waist and made a startling sound. Another blown photo up as he practically jumped out of his socks and then gave me a big hug. Priceless Moment #2.
At least we captured Priceless Moment #3 -- two proud pappis with our little bundles of joy (as seen on Dave's Facebook page):
Note: first time ever that Dave's beard has been fuller than mine.
We hung out for a bit, had a wonderful dinner (thanks, Laura) and then I started getting sleepy, so Heather, Orion, and I headed home. Remember, Floyd is still with his Gramma in Massachusetts. In fact, they are on a plane to San Francisco as I type this. Can't wait to see that little bug!
Anyway, the past few days at home have been absolute paradise. Just being with Heather and O, sleeping in my own bed, getting to know our new house, playing piano, watching football in HD, and eating real food -- I know, it all sounds like normal stuff -- has been absolutely wonderful. There's no such thing as normal now.
One strangeness we had to deal with was that our Phone/Internet/Cable had been out for a few days (since the storm that brought down that tree (see previous post.)) We had an appointment for yesterday (Sunday) between 10a and noon (just in time to watch the afternoon football games, right?) Well, Saturday night, just before bed, I happened to look at my email on my Blackberry, and saw this message from Comcast:
We regret that you wish to cancel your recent order for Comcast Service.
This e-mail serves as confirmation of your order cancellation made on 01/02/2011. Your installation appointment has also been cancelled.
Huh? Canceled? Whatchu talkin' bout, Willis? So from 11:15p to 11:30p, I'm on the phone with them trying to get to the bottom of it. Long story short: We got it worked out and the Comcast dude was there at 9:50a Sunday and did an awesome job. The cable coming to our house was shredded, and even melted in places, from the storm. He ran a new cable from the street or wherever and we were good to go by around 11:30a. Thanks, Cable Guy!
So the Packers are in, and the G-men are out. Fine with me. Didn't wanna deal with any possible NYG payback. Bring on the Pack. Go Birds. Here's a picture of me and baby-O while I was chillin watching football. Happy daddy, happy O:
Would you believe I took this one myself? Left arm outstretched, pointing the Blackberry back at us.
So, if you haven't figured it out, I'm feeling great. I have a ton of energy, my appetite is back with a vengeance, and my taste buds are slowly returning to normal. I have a crapload of weight to gain so I'm eating like there's no tomorrow.
I have an appointment at the UCSF clinic tomorrow where they'll check my counts and other things, but in my heart (and mind) I know the news will be good. I definitely feel like we've achieved a remission. I'm intending for this remission to last forever. That would be a "medical miracle" but who says miracles don't happen, right, ma?
Lots of other excitement on deck this week. Not only are Floyd and Gramma coming home today, but my good buddies Mike (don't call me "Siro-shit") Sirowitz and Lou (don't call me "Little Louis Bruckner" Brucker are coming to visit this weekend. If all goes well, they, and a bunch of the core crew will be up to watch the Eagles beat up on the Packers next Sunday.
Here's to an incredible 2011 to all of us. As Sol Rosenberg would say, "God bless us all!"
I will kick its ass,