July 23, 2004
Dallas Post-Op
Back from Dallas. A forced march of a trip, the results good and bad. Mostly good. The bad was the confirmation of Acanthamoeba kerititis in Skeeter's eye (which we knew anyway), and the continued existence of three cysts. The good news: they are the tiny remnants of a former host of invading Pacmen intent on devouring her cornea. These last three are the last outpost, the left behinds, and will be gone in 3 weeks or so.
The bitch with these things is they understand, even as one-celled organisms, that they are under attack, and turn into cysts, like foxholes, to wait out the toxins to revive another day. Think the 101st Airborne in Bastogne. So you have to hit hard, then back off. Let them show their faces, and attack again. Superlative treatment, outstanding results by her specialists.
My main regret was not meeting up with the great du Toits. I was e-mail-less, and missed Kim's last missive with his phone number. Alack and alas, but we'll be back. I like Tejas too much, and I lost my sunglasses on the top of the Reunion Tower somehow, so I must go back to lift a pair off someone to level the karma. Sorry, folks. I'll make it up to you.
I DID take Skeeter to the Grassy Knoll, of course, and the Sixth Floor Museum, as promised. We had to drag her out after 3 hours. Jeez. She was starting to fixate on the David Ferrie picture in the New Orleans Connection section, muttering It all makes sense now. She is her Daddy's girl.
No Charlene Tilton, unfortunately.