My apologies for that perfect bummer of a story about my student. There is a lovely and amazing postscript, though. While my student, D., was breathing his last, a boy about his age was brought in because his heart was giving out. He and D. turned out to be a match. What are the odds? So the hospital was able to do a direct donor-to-recipient transplant. Normally TPTB keep donors and recipients from meeting each other, but both sets of parents were in the surgical waiting room and nobody else was, so of course, they figured it out and were able to embrace and to share details about their boys.
Today I had an appointment with a pain specialist at the ortho clinic, as my back has been pretty painful of late. I’m supposed to get another MRI and a steroid shot. He said there are multiple issues, one of which is arthritis. I’ve been a part of this very large club for a long time. And I still haven’t received my free tote bag, dammit.
I went to the women’s room before I left, and suddenly, a nose appeared under the stall wall! Yes, a nose! A big nose! It was black with golden fur. A voice said, “Sorry!” then, “Luna! She’s fine! She won’t hurt me!” Luna, who wears a “Service Animal” tag, apparently takes her job very seriously.
It was supposed to be an animal-free day, but the cat’s person isn’t getting home until this evening, and the thought of Le Chat going hungry for several hours brought out the Italian in me, so I took care of him gratis. Then Sir Max-a-Lot needed walking, which his person can’t do just now, so I did that, too, but for pay. .
Remember the woman with the bite-y dog who told me she still has him despite telling the management that she’d given him to a farmer? Well, Max’s person said the woman told her the farmer story, only she said the farmer was boarding the dog for $30 a day, and, sobbing wildly, said the farmer shot the dog for attacking sheep. some people live in reality, and some own a timeshare they never use.
Perhaps. She seems like a nice person, but I decided to ditch her because she doesn’t give me joy.
Shoe, yay on your school plans! How exciting!
So happy Mooooom’s Moooom is getting sprung!