April 24, 2003
The catscan diagnosis is: “a partially obstructing thrombus in the superior mesenteric vein.” Or, in everyday terms, it’s a blood clot on one of the outer veins that wrap around the small intestine. My doctor has never seen one, ever. He called a Hematologist and asked him if I should be sent immediately to an ER, and the Hema guy says, “Nah, I’ll call him tomorrow.” Now this either means the Hema guy could care less about what happens to me, or it isn’t that big of a deal. I’m choosing to believe the latter, but when I told Jeanne Sedello (my old radio partner on KSLX) she said, “Bob, don’t those blood clots travel?” And I said, “I hope I have the stay-at-home clots.”

Actually had a very nice sleep last night. Got up at six and ate a banana and talked to Kathy about our kids (one we want a refund on, and the other we may actually keep). Went into the office at seven, picked up some mags and walked up to the Buffalo Chip Saloon for a Chamber of Commerce breakfast mixer ($5 cash). Mike Melrose joined me. Lots of laughs with Mike. Networked and had a real meal: scrambled eggs and fried potatoes. Tasted real good. Got back to office and bailed into work.

Had a website meeting at ten and my lower stomach started to go south. Pressure and raw pain feeling. Regretted the potatoes and scrambled eggs, big time. Meeting was good.

By 12:30 the pain was pretty constant, but only a 3 (halfway to death). Trying to get an appointment with the Hema doc but his office won’t call me back. Came home for lunch to rest. Kind of draining. Feel slightly better. Don’t want to eat ever again. Kathy told me if I lose weight over this whole deal she is going to kill me. Ironic, eh?

"I hope life isn't a big joke, because I don't get it."
—Jack Handey