i've been meaning to write but things have been extraordinarily rough. this morning, i forced myself to take care of some business, financial, medical, and the spots on the kitchen floor. that kind of thing.
also, chasing one buddy the freakishly large kitten who had what we politely call a "cling-on," a game that he found hilarious, but which induced need of a nap in me. the expedition was a success, i am glad to say, and buddy is now allowed back on the bed... where his twitching, dreaming self suggests that he is reliving the fun of ridding his derrrière of stray matter. his huge paws are twitching...
there have been many mentions in this blog of my MDVIP go-to-guy. at my most destitute, i came up with the money to keep him as the center of my medical "team." he's just that good. you can read about MDVIP HERE. i cannot vouch for anyone save my guy, of course. there are some things about the system that i still don't understand, but that's about average for me, and probably won't be an issue for smarty-panted old you, dear reader.
but i ask you, how many of you have doctors that would field an email such as this one, that i just fired off? he's told me that he lacks time for extra research into biofilm infections and -- like everyone -- is stymied by my extensive CRPS. that said, he's asked me to forward to him references and my "takes" on journal articles that my astute judgment deem possible sources of actual action.
gracious? the man is gracious -- even if it is mostly the epitome of a polite and sympathetic blow-off.
this morning's email: