Well, it only took 12 hours, 3 movies, half an audiobook, two greasy bags of Jack in the Box and a partridge in a pear tree to get us from across the desert to the city by the bay. And barring an unfortunate incident in a Reno men’s room, we made it in one sane piece.
Due to bizarre recent events, San Fran has come a-callin’ as a potential home for us and your future lungs. Yes, fate has been having a blast with us! And now we’re faced with two centers to decide between for your lung transplant. BUT, we don’t have to decide anything this second (although, it’s getting to be about that time now). And as long as we’re in town checking out UCSF’s bomb-tastic program, we might as well squeeze in some time for food and laughs. There’s always time for food and laughs.
Here’s a little pic tour of our events, so far (since I’m never NOT taking pictures, it’s the Asian tourist in me):
If I’ve learned anything after five years, it’s that your version of 15 mins is code for 60 and that 30 mins means “I’ll be done when I’m done, so go turn on my curling iron and eat some Cheetos until then!”
This is us in front of the sweet digs Kevin landed. Is there an artisan kitchen? Yes. Ample closet space? Also yes. Is there a window looking directly onto whoever’s sitting on the toilet? You betcha.
I may have started to tear up when I stepped off the elevator and saw the AMAZING view of the city.
Carter wins the award for “successfully guarding all of our purses, including mine.” Such valor.
Had a lot of time to kill (when we weren’t eating out of Panda Express containers like a bunch of zombie raccoons), so we took more selfies than is socially acceptable.
This is us watching an informational video on the process of lung transplantation. And yes, Meryl Streep was fantastic in it!
I’m starting the Kerry Kumar fan club, transplant coordinator extraordinaire. Just don’t ask her for good places to eat.
Jen: Where do you wanna go, Carter?
Carter: the art museum
I forget what we look like in pictures together… Turns out, it looks a bit like I’m a WWE wrestler choking you from behind.
A silence fell over the table when these bad boys came. Let’s just say, I heard heavenly harps playing as I ripped into those crabs legs. Did I later find butter behind my ears? I don’t wanna talk about it.
And now here we are…
There’ll be more rounds of testing, more awesome doctors to meet and so many more things to be eaten and later regretted. But until then, life’s a dance!
So does a whole world, with all its greatnesses and littlenesses, lie in a twinkling star. And as mere human knowledge can split a ray of light and analyse the manner of its composition, so, sublimer intelligences may read in the feeble shining of this earth of ours, every thought and act, every vice and virtue, of every responsible creature on it.
Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities