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Tuesday, 03 June, 2003

We came, we saw, we terrorized a charming valley on the west coast! Oh my, oh my. Trollop Fest 2003 was everything we could have hoped for and more.

I left Philly at 9:30 a.m. on Friday and met Steph and Sarah in the San Francisco airport around 12:30 p.m. We got our bags and the rental car and drove across the bay - using a bridge - to pick up Laurie who had been waiting there for, oh, about four hours. Up to Napa where madness and mayhem ensued. I don't have time to do it justice now, so I shall work on a full blown Trollop Fest Trip Report. In the meantime, I'll offer one little photo, just to give you a taste:

The Trollops - Raymond Vineyard

[Tiaras? What tiaras?]

I flew back on a red-eye to Philly, arriving about 6:00 a.m. Monday morning. I noticed that my ankles were quite swollen, which I attributed to the long cramped flight. I went home, kissed the cat, showered and went to work.

Unfortunately, my left lower leg remained swollen all day and it caused me a bit of concern. I called Dr. Gary and he had me come over so he could take a look at it. After prodding and poking for a bit, he picked up the phone and said, "There's a young woman that will be walking into the ER in about three minutes. I want her to be processed through immediately and put in a room. She's going to have an ultrasound on her left leg." He said he was concerned that I might have Deep Vein Thrombosis, a condition that can lead to blood clots and embolisms.


Now this is the kind of friend you need in a hospital! As soon as I arrived, I was whisked away, put in a gown, installed on a gurney and prodded and poked some more. They took blood (*ouch*) and gave me a cardiogram, leaving me to watch TV between proddings. They took me up to have an ultrasound done on my leg - not the best massage I've ever had, but not bad.

All in all, the whole process took about two hours, and I was extremely impressed with all of the hospital staff.

Luckily, they didn't find anything, just fluid build-up in my leg. They recommended moving around more during flights, wearing support stockings, and taking aspirin - all of which I will try shortly, as I am at the airport waiting for my flight to London.

[See ya!]

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Quote du jour:

"A Hospital is no place to be sick. "

-- Samuel Goldwyn (1882 - 1974) US producer

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