I talked with my brother Charlie about 8:10 am Pacific time. As of then, they were planning on doing the vein transplant and will operate sometime this afternoon (Oregon time). He sounded up beat and alert but mentioned that he'd not had much sleep. It seems the nurses had been coming in every thirty minutes during the night to poke a hole in one of his fingers in order to check his blood sugar. This seemed excessive to me but then medical folks have their own strange ways.
My Mother, family friend Steve or our brother Jim will call me at work tonight with the results or call my wife. If this doesn't work, Jim has my work email address. Since Jim knows it is bad form to send bad news via email, I'll just have to hope he didn't see the need to email me (assuming that he doesn't email).
As I was writing that last sentence, I could just picture the disdain on my 8th grade English teacher's face; worst, I could picture the much more massive disdain on my 9th grade English teacher's face! (Maybe that's why I'm not fond of public school English teachers to this day???)
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