Thursday 01/29/2026
I finish Tuesday’s entry, that my ankle gout attack has continued for over a week now, and my right ankle and foot have become quite swollen and puffy. So yesterday I was thinking what to do, what to do, maybe wait and see if it gets better, and I could hear every woman ever in my life, including Joanne from down in Mexico where she’s on a tour, saying Really? You have a concierge doctor on call you know. So on Tuesday I called Dr. Chu’s office and got an appointment for this morning.
So out the door at 8 for an 8:30 visit to Dr. Chu. His take was that it is likely gout, my uric acid has always measured high-normal and I have a history of it. He prescribed a 5-day course of Prednizone to get the swelling down and “we’ll see.”
So I got the car washed and went to CVS and picked up my new med, and home. I did some other stuff, played the guitar for the first time in a week, finished off the fruit compote for tonight and took it up and stowed it in the refrigerator in the 8th floor dining room where the dinner will be. Then to the semi-annual Rsident/Trustee meeting where the staff breaks down the budget for the next fiscal year. Our rent goes up 4.5%, well, that’s inflation. Otherwise we are in good financial shape.
Then time for the planned “talk about death over dinner”. I covered the details on Sunday. Seven people including me. Was to be 8, but Marcia had a bad cold and couldn’t come. Delicious pot-luck food. Nothing profound, just people speaking honestly about deaths that had affected them. At our ages, we have had a lot of such experiences. One of us, my 6th floor neighbor Bob, was the only double widower, he’d buried two wives.
So it goes.
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