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BY BILL SCHMALFELDT
ever-present “Lump o’ Egg,” which no longer has that “burned rubber” taste I remember from my first 8-day assessment. Just had a nice visit with Nurse Sheila, who administered the “Arm Purpling Blood Pressure Torture.” I feel somewhat crappy — lack of sleep, tightening muscles, bit of a headache... I’ll live. 12:50 pm Just had lunch. BBQ pork sammich, beans, pineapple chunks. Not bad. I miss my Stalevo and how it makes me feel. Ahhhhh.... Stalevo! Click here to see how I feel when my stimulation is on and my Stalevo is working! (Yes, I do have too much time on my hands this afternoon...) 6:19 pm Well, looks like dinner with my DBS chums is going to be the order of the day. That’s great. These are some nice fellas — I hope I have the names right... Dwayne and Ronnie, both of which have had the surgery, and Wayne who is in the control group. They hipped me to the fact that they like to gather in the patient dining room for the evening repast last night. Everyone looked a little more ragged than they did last night. Dwayne wasn’t there — he was out golfing still. Wayne and Ronnie had their wives with them... delightful ladies. We had a nice dinner and a very nice chat. Symptom-wise, I’m not feeling it too much in my hands as of yet. My legs, however, feel slow and stiff. And my right arm isn’t swinging when I walk. So, on to tomorrow then. Hopefully the demolition on the second floor is put on hold.