Unbugger!

Heart in mouth time as Susan & I headed for Cancer Care for my post-transplant check-in with my guy, Dr. M.  Poor guy is going through hell with the new computer system they have inflicted on them and I took only the tiniest bit of pleasure from knowing that Mission Hospital had turned down my application to take part in the development of it.  (To be fair to Mission, I was probably the least qualified candidate they had - any 21 year old coming out of college with a computer science degree would probably have had a better background than I have.  But I digress.)
Dr. M. told us that the transplant had largely been a success with my M-Spike taking a dive from .78 down to .2 - 0 is ideal but .2 is pretty darn good.  I'm also feeling great. They took an armful of blood and all the numbers in it, except for my white blood cells are right where they need to be, especially the hemoglobin which is probably why I can manage 5 or 6 miles up and down Cornelius Vanderbilt's back garden without collapsing in a heap.  I've also been told I can get out and do whatever I like in the garden (lie on a sunbed and drink beer sounds appealing) so long as I wear gloves.  Damn - I was enjoying ordering Sam & Susan around.  I can also get back on my bike so time to pump some tyres up - suppose I'd better pump up Susan & Sam's, too.
School's just about done for me this year - still no idea what courses, if any, they want me to teach next year.  The school wants to hire another maths teacher so I have applied - the principal has told me I don't have a snowball's chance in hell of getting the job which is nice.  But maybe I'll get a part time STEM job next year.  I think I have just about got the curricula right once I've fixed a couple of less than brilliant bits from this year.  Haven't been given any news on my budget requests which means I won't have a lot to do for the last few faculty-only days at school next week.  But for now I am resting on my laurels on the deck and wondering how much longer I will have to live here before the birds will eat from the bird feeder while I'm out here.

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