When we arrived in Tel Aviv, I did my usual leisurely walk to the hospital, snapping flower pictures along the way. It took me about an hour to get there.
I went to the area where the urological surgery office used to be because I had forgotten reading that they had moved up to an office right next to the unit in the hospital where I had been after my surgeries. Of course, the receptionist at the old office reminded me, and I headed right up to the unit.
I had to wait quite a while for my appointment, but I was quite amused at the number of guys writing to me on the dating apps (I use 3 of them). In fact, it continued through most of the day. I didn't actually meet any of them, but I had some interesting chats and even a short phone call with one. There was even one that I'm SURE was a catfish because his profile said he was from "California City" (where actually essentially NO one lives now!), his English was not like Americans would actually write, and he then claimed to be from Orlando. When I mentioned the Orlando vs. California City contradiction, he became non-responsive. What a hoot! One or two of them, though, seem genuinely interesting, and I'll keep in touch with them.
The urologist (my surgeon) agreed with the oncologist that radiation will not be necessary, at least for the near future, since my PSA numbers are stable, even though they're NOT at zero where they really should be. He also said that I don't need to keep coming to see both him AND the oncologist, since either of them can monitor the PSA and make sure I get any treatment I might need if there are any important changes. So, I'm going to cancel the appointment with the oncologist in February, and I made another appointment to see the urologist (the one I saw today) in March, as he requested. As always, it was a pleasure talking to him.
After the appointment, I wandered around the mall briefly before sitting down and eating lunch there: a sort of folded over pizza (whose proper name I've forgotten) and a bottle of Coke Zero (my usual lunch there).
After that, I decided to walk back to the airport by a rather longer route, with stops to rest along the way, since it was quite nice out in Tel Aviv today. I took more pictures as I went, of course.
I still arrived at the airport long before I really needed to, but I was ready to rest. I sat and re-charged my phone while I chatted some more with one of the guys.
I also took quite a few pictures on the flight back, including Tel Aviv, Jericho, a couple of Arava kibbutzim, Aqaba, the gulf, and Eilat. Today's pic of the day is a nice aerial view of most of Tel Aviv (including EVERYWHERE where I was today while there):
When I arrived back in Eilat, I walked up to the first bus stop on HaTmarim and took the first bus that came by, even though it was a number 1, which meant I had to go on the royal tour of Shakhamon before finally getting to my stop.
I walked a total of 12.2 kilometers today.
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