Cabernet and Carboplatin

My first night at Hopkins, I was visited by a parade of doctors. an orthopedist, then his boss. a rehab doc, then her boss. At around 3 am, I saw back to back ophthalmologists. They did eye exams, shined very bright lights in my eyes, mumbled, and left. A day or so later I got notification of an ophthalmology appointment on 2 September. No way, no how was I going to spend another month wearing an eye patch and seeing double. Jerry got to work and my first outing after I got home was to the Wilmer Eye Institute at Hopkins. I had yet to get in and out of a car, so we decided our old van would be easiest. The Tesla, or the Leaf for that matter, would have to wait. We arrived at Wilmer, and after waiting a nanosecond, we were ushered into an exam room by Dougie Howser's younger brother. Cheerful and exuberant, this guy was ready to get to work. After the pro forma eye exam, it took him maybe 10 minutes to give my diagnosis a name and write me a prescription for prism glasses. Act

I was going to start a new blog for my latest "adventure," but the old one popped up, and since I am currently a one-finger, one-eyed typist, I thought this would be easier. Mid-June, Jerry and I took our first post-Covid overseas trip to London to celebrate our 20th anniversary. The delight lasted a day. i was hit by a double-decker bus. Did the long mirror hit me? Did I step off the curb on a very narrow street? Police are investigating, and while Jerry was witness to the trauma, he can't say definitively what happened. But he did say that medical care was there quickly and worked on me for about an hour before I was transported to King's College Hospital. I will likely forget something, but here are my injuries' greatest hits: two brain bleeds, double vision, broken sternum and ribs, broken left pinky, broken left elbow, broken right clavicle, broken right upper arm, and the biggie: amputation of my right leg above the knee. The surgeons credited my succ