Day + 89 "All Revved Up and No Place to Go"

Sorry for the delay in getting this out… Bob Lombardo is here and we got tied up watching a Clint Eastwood movie… Absolute Power. The book was better, I think, but hey it’s a “Clinty”. My good friends, Clark and Toshia Struve from Carmel, CA, thought I would be bored and sent me a 35 DVD set of Clint Eastwood movies… movies that he starred in and some he directed and produced. There is virtually everything from “Dirty Harry” to “Invictus”. We’ve had a chance to watch quite a few and within a couple of months I’ll have seen all of them.

Clint owns a golf course in Carmel that he built several years ago... Tehama. Clark is a member there and runs into Clint on a regular basis. Clark has sent or brought me a couple of hats and a shirt. The hats have the phrase “Fac Diem Miem”  (for you Latin challenged… “Make My Day”) embroidered on them. I love showing them off and quizzing folks on the Latin.

Bob cooked for me last night… penne aglia e olio with broccoli. He also brought some really great fresh Italian bread. My turn is tonight. I’m going to do the seared scallops with risotto. I have to go for my CT scan this afternoon and I’ll be plenty hungry by the time we get back here. Tomorrow is PT and Friday is the P.E.T. scan and the pulmonary function test. I think my lung function has improved… when Ruth Ann sets the pace, I’m breathing pretty good. I did three laps with Bob last night and felt good. The last test is the blood work on Sunday and then we meet with the Doc on Monday AM. She is also starting me on my immunizations on Monday… first one is a pneumonia vaccine. The rest will come in about 6 months… measles, mumps, etc… all the juvenile vaccines, all over again.

We met with the PA yesterday and he hadn’t seen me in probably a month. He couldn’t believe how much better I looked! I can’t see it, because it’s been so gradual. But, my walking is better, I have some fuzz on my head, I have to shave about every other day, my legs are better (less swelling, especially in the left one).

A quick, Clarkie and Donny story: When Clark and I were playing all that tennis in Viet Nam, we were wearing some cutoff Bermuda’s, but we thought we needed some “real” tennis shorts. I wrote to Ruth Ann and asked her to pick up a couple pair and send them to us. She went into a sports store in the old Waterbury Mall and picked out a couple and asked the sales person if they could be returned. He said “sure” in a reasonable length of time. When she told him they had to travel halfway around the world to Viet Nam, he about fell over. War is hell, huh?