Feeling Alright, to quote Joe Cocker
(I wrote this last week but forgot to publish it).
We've reached the part of the school year where the three lower classes engage in "intensives" while the seniors get ready to graduate. For Sam that consisted of going to Dollywood yesterday - despite the peeing rain and a touch of lightning a good time was had by all. The lousy weather also kept the faint-hearted at home so the queues for rides were shorter.
I spent much of yesterday fighting with Quickbooks - we have two kosher licensed copies at home for two different organisations and on different computers. In the grand re-install of Windows 10 on Susan's computer last month I had installed the wrong version of Quickbooks and clicked the "OK" button when it asked if I wanted to update her database to the correct Quickbooks version. There being no illegal or unlicensed software in this house, we needed to get back to Quickbooks 2012 and the links on Intuit's website to download 2012 oddly enough take you to the "Buy 2017" page. The guy at Intuit was a combination of very helpful and bloody useless but I did finally manage to get back 2012 and restore a fairly recent backup. There's a moral there and I'll let you figure out what it is.
Oh yeah - Feeling Alright. I went and met up with a new band yesterday, a small army of guys who actually play stuff I know and stuff I like. Much dark muttering and chuckling about "Better play some bluegrass or they'll throw bottles at us". Haven't got a clue what the songs are but bluegrass bass lines aren't famous for their complexity.
And, even better, maybe, was that I got a call from Cancer Care to tell me that the chemo I am restarting next month is going to consist of 10 mg of Revlimid a day instead of 25 and 10 mg of steroids a week rather than 40 (No more sleepless nights). And I take it only alternate weeks so I am feeling very optimistic. Then the drug supplier phoned to say they were trying to get someone else to pay my share of the Revlimid bill. (28 capsules cost a mere $17,465.87 - fortunately, Medicare picks up the vast majority of the tab, at least until Trump works out how to stop them).
My hair has grown back now and the Revlimid didn't have any effect on it so I am reckoning I am in good shape for a fair while to come yet.
We've reached the part of the school year where the three lower classes engage in "intensives" while the seniors get ready to graduate. For Sam that consisted of going to Dollywood yesterday - despite the peeing rain and a touch of lightning a good time was had by all. The lousy weather also kept the faint-hearted at home so the queues for rides were shorter.
I spent much of yesterday fighting with Quickbooks - we have two kosher licensed copies at home for two different organisations and on different computers. In the grand re-install of Windows 10 on Susan's computer last month I had installed the wrong version of Quickbooks and clicked the "OK" button when it asked if I wanted to update her database to the correct Quickbooks version. There being no illegal or unlicensed software in this house, we needed to get back to Quickbooks 2012 and the links on Intuit's website to download 2012 oddly enough take you to the "Buy 2017" page. The guy at Intuit was a combination of very helpful and bloody useless but I did finally manage to get back 2012 and restore a fairly recent backup. There's a moral there and I'll let you figure out what it is.
Oh yeah - Feeling Alright. I went and met up with a new band yesterday, a small army of guys who actually play stuff I know and stuff I like. Much dark muttering and chuckling about "Better play some bluegrass or they'll throw bottles at us". Haven't got a clue what the songs are but bluegrass bass lines aren't famous for their complexity.
And, even better, maybe, was that I got a call from Cancer Care to tell me that the chemo I am restarting next month is going to consist of 10 mg of Revlimid a day instead of 25 and 10 mg of steroids a week rather than 40 (No more sleepless nights). And I take it only alternate weeks so I am feeling very optimistic. Then the drug supplier phoned to say they were trying to get someone else to pay my share of the Revlimid bill. (28 capsules cost a mere $17,465.87 - fortunately, Medicare picks up the vast majority of the tab, at least until Trump works out how to stop them).My hair has grown back now and the Revlimid didn't have any effect on it so I am reckoning I am in good shape for a fair while to come yet.
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