...that it's really not feasible to live every day as if it is your last day on the planet.
Why, you ask? (Go ahead. Ask. You know you want to know.)
Wellll, for starters, I probably would have bolted instead of waiting an hour and a half to talk to the doctor today. Hey, no disrespect, but if you're living on borrowed time, an hour and half is just too long to wait.
Then I would've given the lady in line at the pharmacy a black eye when she impatiently asked "Are you in line?" and made a flicking gesture with her hand indicating I should decrease the six foot gap I'd left between myself and the guy hacking up a lung in front of me.
At that point, with the cops already after me for assault, I would have been sorely tempted to knock off a couple of banks on my way home. Heck, I'm dressed for it -- scarf, big sunglasses and a mask. I'm gonna need the cash to hire the private jet to take me up to see the horses, and of course the helicopter to take me from the airstrip to Oasis Ranch.
Along the way I'd have to find the best sushi restaurant I could and stuff myself with raw fish. But in spite of the aforementioned scofflaw tendencies, I wouldn't dine and dash...and I'd leave a big tip for the sushi chef. Hey, I just robbed a couple of banks, remember?
Today was my last official visit at Scripps. I'm going to miss everybody...they took great care of me and became true friends. On Monday I meet with Dr. Curtin at UCSD, and we start gearing up for the first transplant.