Hair cut Thursday. Heading to Milwaukee early tomorrow.
Helaine: “Why does your hair have a part? You don’t wear a part.”
OK, so maybe my mind was elsewhere as Jennifer cut and styled away today. It will be fine tomorrow.
I spent a lot of time on medicine today. That included trading emails with my oncologist’s office, trying to get script written for pills I now need, scheduling my consultation appointment for radiation and trying to help a company incorrectly billing me $2,600 for pathology work (it’s covered — seriously) see the error of their ways.
I got a frantic text this afternoon from Melissa, my niece. She’ll be picking Stef and me up at MKE.
“Unfortunately, Charlie has a cold.”
Charlie is my 2 ½ year old great-niece. Wild horses couldn’t keep me away.
My oncologist’s physician’s assistant says masks are overrated. This was after Helaine bought anti-bacterial masks. They’re coming to Milwaukee.
The best defense, she said, is to keep my hands clean. Helaine found a TSA acceptable bottle of hand sanitizer, now packed with my diabetes kit.
Speaking of which, tomorrow is my first time in an airport since my surgery. There’s a card in my wallet that attests my “implant” is medical. They’ll need to know. I’ll tell them about my lancets and syringes too. I come fully equipped.
Stef and I are traveling separately tomorrow. She will fly non-stop from LAX. I will avoid LAX. My plane stops in San Francisco where I shouldn’t have to change planes. You never know. On the way back I transfer in Vegas.
Temps should be mild in Milwaukee this weekend. Well, mild for Milwaukee.
Meanwhile here in SoCal I’ll be missing potentially our most potent winter storm since 2010. Lots of rain. Flooding. Slides. Traffic.