i am just now, after two days, back from stanford. entered with a bp of 53/37 and a heart rate of 177. no one could believe i was conscious, let alone that i had walked in.

i was rushed to the ER and admitted eight hours later, after a battery of tests. my infusion was delayed until today, once they got me stabilized.

it was after that the nursing staff told me they didn't think i was going to make it through the night.

i am never taking cellcept again. eight months of prednisone made me crazy, but at least it wasn't potentially lethal.

gene humphries was christopher's mentor. as christopher's last quarter left him in a fetal mess, i'm afraid he became a little disillusioned with his former favorite student. but humphries was not the one who really made life intolerable for him. that guy's name was
(incorrect spelling to protect the guilty) "to me," as in "sock it."

you probably know him too.

glad your wife likes the book. did she solve the inscription?

c.