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forest-green
Sunday, September 10 2017
I took the dogs on an early walk through the forest west of the Farm Road, where we soon encountered a smallish fisher in a tree. (At first I thought he might be a Marten, but the coloring is wrong.) I'd brought my good camera, so here's the photographic evidence.
(Click to enlarge.)
Gretchen was looking a lot better when I visited her this afternoon, and it made me feel a lot less gloomy about her prospects. She's reported taken on 20 extra pounds from all the fluid being pumped into her, and part of what was making her feel better was the cessation of that constant venous input. The medical anomaly of the day was the forest-green color of her feces, which she'd finally started producing. She's eaten so little that they probably consist mainly of weird liver byproducts.
For much of the time I was there, Gretchen was doing her best to drink about 24 ounces of clear liquid called "contrast," water containing substances designed to show up on an x-ray. The liquid was deeply unpleasant to drink, and yet Gretchen was given a timetable to drink it all. So she was doing her best. 34 years ago when I was given a similar assignment, I failed so badly that they were forced to put a tube down my nose and pump it into my stomach directly. Aside from the four or six ounces she secretly flushed down the toilet, Gretchen managed to drink most of hers.
When Gretchen was taken off for a CT scan (to look at her abscesses), I headed back homeward, stopping at the Tibetan Center "on the way." Unfortunately, I didn't find anything to satisfy my hunger for retail therapy.
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