Day -1 : Meeting with my support team

 It's amazing how much help I'm getting here - no "take two aspirin and call me in the morning" stuff.  Our day started with a 7:15 call from a lady telling us that someone would be arriving in the next couple of hours with a bag of goodies.  Sure enough, she turned up, put a monitor on my arm to record everything but my blood pressure and heart rate, gave us a wifi-connected tablet (which I don't get to keep) and generally made me feel important.  We then went out for a longish walk, hoping to find that a couple  of places in downtown Charlotte that call themselves "something Market" would turn out the markets but are actually food courts.  Nice walk, though.  Charlotte is very walkable with wide sidewalks and crossing signals (which are respected by the majority of drivers).  It also has no what you might call hills (said the main from Asheville and Titirangi).

 My afternoon was spent in a slightly braindead funk - I managed to find the last 20 minutes of a 3 year old rugby game to watch and endless thoughts on the forthcoming World Cup but nothing new to watch.  I also had the pleasure of helping Susan solve a software problem.  My main contribution was to say "That shouldn't happen" a couple of times while she solved it herself.  Pretty much the story of my life in technical support.  No idea what the problem was or how she solved it.

Tomorrow brings a decently early start - 8:30 at Atrium Hospital which involves leaving here at about 8 to be on the safe side.  They are giving me back the t-cells that they took out last month for the Frankenstein treatment so I must refrain from singing "Putting on the Ritz" all the time.  They tell me that I will then spend a few days feeling like crap but not as crappy as I felt after my first transplant which is nice to know.  They may yank these pipes out of my chest, too.  They've not been an inconvenience at all - they've precluded me from doing vigorous arm exercises and felt a bit ouchy if I happened to bump into anything but I've had a lot worse.


 

 

 And now I return to the jigsaw of Rothenburg - about half done. 

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