When I got out of the shower this morning it occured to me that I used shampoo to wash my bald head. What was the point of that? Now my scalp feels ten times more dry than normal. In the past when my hair was shorn down to nothing, like when I was in basic training for example, I just used bar soap to wash my scalp. I dont know why I used shampoo this time.. Habit I guess
In other news I just found out that the KU-MU basketball game will be syndicated on a channel that I don't get. So, what does that mean for me? You guessed it.. roadtrip to the bar! So far it looks like the only people going are my dad, Carrie, and of course me. Were going to try to recruit Casey and perhaps Jenny to come along too. I'd like to get Kevin to come but his work schedule might interfere and the fact that he's not quite 21 really sucks. I wouldn't want him to feel like a designated driver. It will be alot of fun and I've been looking for an excuse to go out, eat some hot wings and get loaded while watching what will no doubt be a fantastic basketball game. The KSU game is at 3pm and the KU game is at 7pm so there is a chance that I could spend the majority of my Saturday afternoon, not only at the bar but reasonably intoxicated. I'll have to see if the rest of the participants are onboard for coming in early to catch the KSU game and have essentially an all day beer and basketball marathon. I bet I won't have much difficulty selling the idea. I'm getting giddy just thinking about it.
This morning a social worker from Nebraska Medical Center called to ask me a few question about how I'm doing as far as support during and after the transplant and to try to identify and socially relevant issues I may have. The interview went well and of course no issues were identified but it seemed a little odd that I now have a social worker looking out for my best interest. I guess thats what she doing. Its nice that I have her services available if I need them but I really don't think I will. I'm of the opinion that well adjusted law abiding citizens really don't need the services of a social worker. She said that being away from home and staying in the hospital was stressful. I told her that I came from a medical family and wan't afraid of hospitals per se. I didn't have the heart to ask where she was while I was away from home for military service. If there was ever a time when I needed a social worker to help with my issues... that was it.. sheesh. Anyway, I guess thats just part of the process.
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