45, 46, 47

Had a bad feeling when they sent a nurse practitioner to see me at the clinic on Wed.  Nothing against the NP (no relation) but really thought I needed a doctor to cut me loose.  The blood work was good to very good.  I now have a normal German's white count.  RBC, pretty damn close to normal.  Platelets held steady.  Another bad feeling:  i thought i'd need 50 to come home.  I had a sinking feeling.  I sorted things out with the NP and she said she didn't see any reason to keep me.  She ran it by the Doc and it happened about as fast as you can say individual mandate.

I got a boost of magnesium and then made tracks for the cardiac center to have them pull the line.  Got home Wed night/Thurs morning 12:30.  Hugged and kissed my kin and cried big crocodile drops on the bedspreads.

Im due back on the 9th and then likely 3 more times in the next 6 weeks.  Im banged up and battered and there is still a non-trivial amount of game left but I like my position and have a materiel advantage.  I like my chances.  And I'm so very happy to be home, where the best parts of me were all along.  The blog is good at least until day 100, check back.  Keep the comments coming, they make the next post much easier.  After a 100, I'll run it by Legal and see where we stand.

The part I'm leaving out is Lut was with me for nigh every second.  He flew up, rented a car and was by my side before blood draws. When we wrapped up with the medical types, he drove me back to the school, we loaded up and he drove all the way to Amish Country and chased it with a solo trip back to DC.  Our conversation roamed hell's half acre from Joyce to, well, let's say 5th amendment.  We were sore for him to stay but he said he just had to be on the steps of the SCOTUS when they overturned ACA.  oops.  seriously, three cheers for Lut.  Huzzah.  Huzzah.  Huzzah.

What's truly amazing and wakes up the crocodiles every time I think about it is how many good turns, Generous, selfless, milk-of-human-kindness turns you all have done me the last four years.  If you can read this, THIS MEANS YOU.  There's no ranking you because you already make an all-star team:  Pop tending to me like a mama bear.  Rick for going above and beyond what one could reasonably ask, and throwing all those chess games.  Nate good for 4 visits and bringing the rebel for half of them.  Chuck and Hallie and Tisha for the visits and the cleaning and this list could get very long.  And this paragraph could get long if I tried to catalog all your decencies.  You care, your concern your favors and your reaching out or hanging in there with me--a known difficult guy to hang in there with.  I am moved with gratitude that I am at a loss to properly convey, so I'll just say this and hope you'll know I mean it much as anyone has:  Thank you.  If you could see in my heart, you'd see a big feast prepared where all of you have a seat, a comfy one.  The wine is free, the food delicious, the conversation scintillating, your chef and your waiter both go by CJ, and I won't stop running until everyone is stuffed.

Your're my kinda people and I dont like very many people.