Bought myself at least one more year’s worth of participation in fantasy leagues and various other football-centric wagering activities when Fehmeen won a cool $125 in a Super Bowl pool.
Happy wife equals happy life.
No feeding tube for me… just yet.
Due to the mid-procedure discovery that I possess a ‘J-shaped’ stomach, the installation of my PEG-tube has been delayed until some slightly more sophisticated endoscopic equipment can be booked for my doctors’ use.
Rescheduled procedure date: February 16th at high noon.
And speaking of high, I still very much was when I opened my eyes in the recovery room.
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The next time you read me I will be rockin’ a brand new feeding tube. Conscious sedation begins tomorrow at 8 AM, details and photos to follow.
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I met Glenn for the first time in November 2007 at a parent teacher conference for his son. Like me, Glenn was having some neurological issues of his own. Within a few months, we were both diagnosed with ALS.
The next time I saw Glenn was every Thursday night in April and May 2008 when we attended a Mindfulness Meditation class at Stanford together. The classes were interesting and informative but I looked forward to our weekly pre-class dinner at Lulu’s most of all.
The last time I saw Glenn was at the ALS Clinic at UCSF in July 2009. We talked about getting the two Emmas — his dog, my daughter — together some time in the future. When our respective doctor’s visits were over, we waved good-bye to each other.
I miss my friend Glenn Mills. He was a good man.
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I’ve been down with palindromes ever since I noticed that my eighth grade English teacher drove A Toyota and that 666 x 69 = 45,954.
Post em if ya got em.
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Don’t know why this bothers me so much …
… but why do some Northern California drivers — about 1 in 750 by my unofficial tally — continue to roll around the ‘hood with their antiquated blue and yellow vanity plates on their newer model vehicles? Either explain your reluctance to conform or join the rest of us in the 21st century with our fancy white and blue license plates because it really bugs the heck out of me.
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A collection of names from my past that I have never forgotten.
Mr Hesslegrin – my elementary school principal
Clover – choreographer for our high school’s production of Grease
Bob, the Dancing Cop – took over the job when Clover quit
Hugh Dingle – my Intro to Entomology professor at UC Davis
Snazzy the Clown – weekend stage name of a former co-worker
Choppy Iverson – windshield replacement customer of mine
Scooter Bob – a kid who sat behind me at a Giants game one time
Hampus Huusko-Kalman – former student and quadruplet
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Tried really hard to like The Big Lebowski this past weekend. Even though I was in a very ‘Dude-like’ state of mind, the movie couldn’t have ended soon enough for my tastes.
Coen Bros films I either hated, loathed, despised, or just plain disliked.
Coen Bros films I either liked a lot or reside on my all-time fave list.
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It’s hard to believe that it’s been six years since La Entrada’s first faculty super-group hit the stage of the school talent show in 2004 to perform ‘It’s a Long Way to the Top if You Want to Rock n Roll’ for one-time only.
These days, Colin is an American citizen, Darrell, Mike, and I have bailed on bachelorhood, and Fehmeen has since destroyed and/or burned my pre-HER-storic wardrobe.
As for the 30 extra pounds I’m sporting in the pictures, I blame La Cumbre Taqueria, North Beach Pizza, and Starbucks.
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Life inside our insulated little ALS bubble took a serious and frightening turn yesterday afternoon.
It was my choice to order the chicken quesadilla. I determined the size of each bite. Ultimately, I alone decided to swallow the piece that got stuck.
The five minute span of time between when I heard Fehmeen yell, ‘Call 9 1 1,’ and when I came to on the kitchen floor with an EMT fitting me for an oxygen mask is completely lost to me. Five minutes gone, vanished, disappeared.
Mom, Dad, Emma, and Fehmeen, I am so sorry for causing you so much stress and worry. I promise to act more responsibly in the future.
Nothing like a near-death experience to put living my slowly-dying experience into the proper perspective.
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