Category: The DayBook

Looks like a GREAT day for an MRI.

And off we went.

I spent about an hour in the machine.

Actually, I was on a spaceship going to Alpha Centauri.

Haven’t had an MRI in years. This one was much nicer than my last trip to Alpha Centauri.

And. Thanks to technology. By the time I got home, there were a couple of thousand images for my viewing pleasure.

Of course, I looked at them. Retired computer hack. Serious photography geek. Sure, I looked at them.

Actually, I was rather interested in looking around inside my brain. 

In Carlton’s last years, he would come home from an imaging session with a CD and insist that I look at it RIGHT NOW. The image viewing software only ran on PCs, and the only PC I had was an underpowered antique. That poor thing struggled to open the images. Then, when we went to see the doctor a few days later, Doctor Bobby would ask me, “Well, what do you think?” I would be worried about this blob, and Dr Bobby would be worried about some other blob. And Carlton died of a heart attack. Not of cancerous blobs on the CT-Scan. 

I saw a couple of things that I would ask my neurologist about.

If I had a neurologist. 

The Neurologist Quest will not begin until I read the report from the radiologist.

To be continued…

Another day, another “meal” of Ensure Complete.

Completely vile.

But I can get calories into the Old Bat that way.

Maybe I should try a beer.

Except I blame a beer for setting off this flare-up.

Enough of this whining.

At 0930 tomorrow, I am going for a brain MRI.

Sure hope they find that I still have a brain.

Grateful to have supportive friends.

Also grateful for a little moral support from ChatGPT.

This morning, Robot made me this reminder for the day.

And most bears hibernate.

Windows! Sunrise!

Yesterday evening, the orchids got a good watering and a fertilizer snack.
Don’t think they missed me at all.

Today’s adventure was walking next door to the grocery store for food that does not require chewing and little-kid toothpaste.

And today’s accomplishment was brushing ¾ of my teeth with the little-kid toothpaste.

Also reflected on some of my recent adventures.
Tossed off a boat because I had Covid.
Norovirus on a train.
And now, a cruise with a trigeminal neuralgia flare-up.

Not exactly the travel brochure version.
But here I am.
Back in the Old Bat’s Cave.

I got this.

Just for today.

OK Carlton. This is for you.
A Gratitude List.

Made it home from the cruise ship smoothly.

The Old Bat’s Cave was all tidy and welcoming.

The orchids survived. They are happily blooming.

There were no worrying letters in my snail mail box.

I can drink lukewarm water.

This beast will not kill me.
Unless I let it.

Dealing with TN face pain today.

That’s about it for the day. I am fine as long as I don’t move.

I’m 90% packed.

Hoping the pain cycle will break so I can get back to the Old Bat’s Cave with out too much trouble tomorrow.

Damn grateful that I was in my late 70s when this beast attacked.

Time to activate Plan B.
What ever it might be.

The weather has been a little gray and damp.
But it’s been an excellent escape.
Heading north.
To Baltimore and the asylum.

I am perfectly happy to stay on the boat.

No problem with the view. However, the 6,000 passenger behemoth next door seems to be sucking up all the wifi in the area.

Grateful to have such a first world problem.  
Heading north tonight.

 

There are currently 6 cruise ships parked in the neighborhood. We are the smallest. Also oldest. Not a problem.

A totally cool, damp and gray day at sea.

But the coffee was hot and the drinks were cold.

Nassau tomorrow.

If the day gives you clouds. Enjoy them.

Enjoying this cloudy sea day. 

Perhaps i should fold some paper or maybe take a nap.

 

Slept late this morning.
Little rocking of the ship.
Totally dark and quiet interior cabin.

I am indulged with 2 visits to the Japanese restaurant per voyage.

Heading into Bermuda. The sea is all turquoise and wonderful. I will be getting my exercise on land this afternoon. Boat docks at 1430. Departing at 0930 tomorrow.

Wasn’t much interested in getting the off the boat. A nap and my book were  calling. But. I got off.

Think we have two sea days next. I am good at sea days.

  

A perfectly normal sea day on the floating shopping mall.

Suits me fine.
Walk 3 miles.
Read some.
Eat some.
Drink coffee.
Fold paper.

I made it into the isolated splendor of The Crown lounge.

Tables suitable for modest origami.
A fine espresso machine.
View of the ocean.
And No people.

Speaking of folding

Tomorrow Bermuda.