We’re returning to Shands on Monday for additional tests relative to getting on the transplant list. We’ll also pick up a nebulizer for the inhaled cyclosporine and get instructions to operate it.
P.S. Harriet and I went out for breakfast this morning at First Watch. When I got back home, Bernie had been a bad boy. He pulled my jeans out the doggy door onto the pool patio, and messed up the bedroom rugs. Oh…and ate a box of Gas-X. That’s right, a whole box of those pink chewable tablets.