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muckefuckOne of my resolutions from earlier this year was to see more of my good friends. If you're one of those good friends, I probably don't need to tell you that it's a resolution I haven't really followed through on. But it was some lingering commitment to principle which prompted me to suggest an outing to Devon to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mollpeartree a month back.
And what a month! Needless to say, like most proposed social engagements, this one was far from my mind until she reminded me of it when offering her consolation.monshu was up for it, so we made plans. mollpeartree and princeofcairo heroically made the trip up from the South Side despite sporting the very latest in English headcolds.
But, in the end, the Old Man had to beg off. After watching him fall asleep in a chair, I urged him to put himself to bed, telling him to text me if he felt up to a visit later. My friends were waiting for me at Uru-Swati, we had a terrific meal of dosai, idli, and parathas, and I got brought up to date on Bollywood bymollpeartree. (The restaurant shows music videos on wall-mounted televisions.) Afterwards it was the familiar routine of Patel Brothers, Sukhadia, and India House. (We cut out Mughal Bakery to save time.)
They were able to visit and the GWO was ready to receive him in his robe by the fireside like some English man of leisure. Our guests got an earful about the last three weeks of hospital trips and then we all talked books until they had to leave for their next engagement. Thenmonshu went down for another nap.
It's hard not to be concerned about his tiredness, which seems much worse since the diagnosis. I know I shouldn't read too much into that. Part of it is that I thought getting the nephrostomy tube removed and being able to return to a normal routine of sleeping and showering would make more of a difference than it has so far. Now my hopes are pinned to next week's octreotide test.
mollpeartree a month back.And what a month! Needless to say, like most proposed social engagements, this one was far from my mind until she reminded me of it when offering her consolation.
monshu was up for it, so we made plans. mollpeartree and princeofcairo heroically made the trip up from the South Side despite sporting the very latest in English headcolds.But, in the end, the Old Man had to beg off. After watching him fall asleep in a chair, I urged him to put himself to bed, telling him to text me if he felt up to a visit later. My friends were waiting for me at Uru-Swati, we had a terrific meal of dosai, idli, and parathas, and I got brought up to date on Bollywood by
mollpeartree. (The restaurant shows music videos on wall-mounted televisions.) Afterwards it was the familiar routine of Patel Brothers, Sukhadia, and India House. (We cut out Mughal Bakery to save time.)They were able to visit and the GWO was ready to receive him in his robe by the fireside like some English man of leisure. Our guests got an earful about the last three weeks of hospital trips and then we all talked books until they had to leave for their next engagement. Then
monshu went down for another nap.It's hard not to be concerned about his tiredness, which seems much worse since the diagnosis. I know I shouldn't read too much into that. Part of it is that I thought getting the nephrostomy tube removed and being able to return to a normal routine of sleeping and showering would make more of a difference than it has so far. Now my hopes are pinned to next week's octreotide test.