1. Another day, another trip to Kootenai Medical!
Back in the pre-transplant days, the Sacred Heart transplant team wanted to make sure on at least an annual basis that my respiratory system was well enough for me to go through a transplant.
Their concern harkens back to 1973 when I inhaled sulfur dioxide gas and other impurities in the Zinc Plant accident I survived.
The accident left me with a permanent case of bronchiectasis.
Fortunately, over the years, the bronchiectasis has remained stable and my respiratory system is in pretty good shape.
At Kootenai Medical, I work with pulmonary specialist, Dr. Forrest Jespersen. I've checked in with him every six months.
Well, today, Dr. Jespersen decided he didn't need to see me regularly any longer.
I'm not having any problems with day to day breathing or when I exercise. He likes how my lungs sound. I've had the transplant. Therefore, unless I have pulmonary problems in the future, he's cut me loose!
I've enjoyed all my consultations with Dr. Jespersen, am grateful for all that he's taught me, and while I'm glad the news is so good, I'll actually kind of miss my appointments with him.
2. Yesterday I left Kootenai Medical happy after consulting with Dr. Bieber -- so I went to The Breakfast Nook for scrambled eggs, hash browns, toast, and coffee.
Today I left Kootenai Medical happy after consulting with Dr. Jespersen -- so I went to The Breakfast Nook for scrambled eggs, hash browns, toast, and coffee.
Yesterday, I then soared over to Pilgrim's and bought produce.
Today, I then soared to Costco for fuel and mostly meat along with butter and chicken stock and Harley lightly rammed into my cart while I was computing how much corned beef I needed and I had a most welcome session of yakkin' with Harley and Candy.
My soaring and shopping didn't end at Costco.
Oh, no.
I blasted over to Fred Meyer and then went to Hippo for a car wash.
I ended my happy shopping tour at Trader Joe's and then topped off this fun day at Union Roasters and ordered a most satisfying 16 oz triple Americano with a splash of half and half.
I sipped on it as I ascended over the 4th of July Pass and descended into the Silver Valley, listening to Stephen Fry read Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes novel, The Sign of the Four.
3. At the same time that I'm listening to Stephen Fry read The Sign of the Four, at home, I'm watching the 1983 TV movie of the same title. I'm enjoying Ian Richardson as Holmes. I'm also intrigued by how this film version deviates from the book -- I'm one of those movie viewers unbothered when a movie is "not like the book". I enjoy thinking about why the makers of the movie made the changes and what they might have thought was gained by doing so. The Sign of Four is a richly detailed book that takes the reader not only into different parts of London, but also has a long section narrating a tale in India. There's no way a ninety minute movie could tell Doyle's whole story, so I'm intrigued to see what the filmmakers did to make the story more compact and how they changed the plot itself.
I might be moving into a Sherlock Holmes phase of reading and watching.
I sure enjoy Doyle's imaginative powers, the characters of Holmes and Watson, and the copious writing style of Arthur Conan Doyle along with reading the fruits of his research and knowledge.
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