We started the day by packing up at the hotel, never to return. After a short shuttle ride we went to a new building, Emerson, at the hospital. This is the home of the endocrinologists and we came to see one of my favorites, the beautiful Dr. Fasselli. She has been worried about Orion's pituitary gland and it's feedback with the adrenals. He has been on a little dosage of prednisone since his surgery and she wanted to see if he could produce his own cortisol so she injected him with the hormone and shooed us out so that Orion could get his blood drawn in precisely 45 minutes. Off we went to pediatric oncology, where the wonderfully motherly Nurse Patricia put Orion in the Patriot room. Football, not real patriots like the Adams.
She prepped his port and on time made the blood draw. Results of the cortisol stim test tomorrow. His blood counts, white blood and platelets, the concern of Dr. Ebb, where just right and so out we went into the sunshine to take up our new digs on Beacon Hill until May 31st. A short ten minute walk and we were in. The two flights of stairs promise to be good for me unless they kill me first. As soon as we unpacked I started the first of two oversized loads of laundry in the basement. I long ago foretold my own demise would come carrying a laundry basket in front of me and going down steep stairs. I once knocked little Rachel down doing just this. The apartment stairs are steep and winding. A bad situation for me.
The apartment gives us the room we have been craving, two bedrooms, a galley kitchen, living room, and bath on the third floor looking out onto the old streets where socialist plots were whispered but never consummated. Too much to lose.
The highlight of the afternoon was having a delivery from Peapod the grocery delivery arm of Stop and Shop, a formerly New England grocery and now operated by those damnable grocers the Europeans.
Tonight I attempt the first home cooked meal, salmon, sweet potatoes and salad before the great snow of '11 rolls in and strands us.
Cortisol stim came back at normalso no more prednisone! A little victory.
ReplyDeleteWhat great news that Orion's adrenals are kicking in. So much better than taking the prednisone! And Steve, please be careful going down the stairs. My tip is to curl your toes under as you walk. It's supposed to make you more stable and less likely to fall. Stop rolling your eyes... I can see you.
ReplyDeleteHere's an even better idea, Steve. Get rid of the basket all together and put the laundry in a pillow case or some such BAG, which you can sling over your shoulder and have an unobstructed view of the stairs. I know this fear on my own back stairs and I take the threat seriously... I don't want to be visiting YOU in the hospital any time soon. >0< <3
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