I'm back, part 2, or comments on comments

As I mentioned yesterday, I felt remarkably good when I got home, and the visit from Alison, with or without Scharffenberger chocolate, was just a delight. But last night I had a bit of a setback, so this morning I made an appointment with my M.D. He, in turn, made an appointment for me with his chiropractor, because I was sure that that was what I needed. Now I'm hoping I can get past one in the morning. Haven't had any pain medication for about 8 hours, and not doing too badly. Most any chiropractic adjustment leaves one a bit sore, which takes 18 to 24 hours to clear.

El Camino Hospital is well renowned in this area, if not as famous as Stanford. They are in the process of building a brand new hospital on what used to be the parking lot. This because of seismic problems with the old. The personnel is quite good, though as with all organizations, some people are better than others. My last night there the crew on the swing and graveyard shifts were just super. There was one nurse on the morning shift who, in my humble opinion, was the cutest of the bunch. But ... she had a voice that would shatter glass!

Comments on comments (Alison's blog):

Thank you, thank you to Alicia, Karin, Diana Troldahl, and Pegi for the Happy Birthday wishes.

To Channon: I never got close to birds until I married Amalie. Now I can't seem to keep Pepper off of me. That's Pep climbing up my leg.

Joansie, yes, Alison's visit certainly uplifted my day.

A note to Karin : chronological age is the least important of all the ages, but thank you, anyway.

And LynnM, I think you are just jealous 'cause Alison shared her Scharfennberger's with me. I'd send you some, but I think it would be a mess going through the mails.

Fun stuff:
I was checking out at the local Walmart with just a few items when the lady behind me put her things on the belt close to mine. I picked up one of those "dividers" that they keep by the cash register and placed it between our things so they wouldn't get mixed. After the girl had scanned all of my items, she picked up the "divider," looking it all over for the bar code so she could scan it. Not finding the bar code she said to me, "Do you know how much this is?" I said to her "I've changed my mind, I don't think I'll buy that today." She said "OK," and I paid her for the things and left. She had no clue to what had just happened.

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