DAY TWENTY NINE Oct. 15
Shoulder sore today. This is getting old. The trick with the long pants worked. Pretty steamy outside. Some rain.

Finally got up the gumption to go for a walk in the garden, just as it started to rain. Waited in the lobby, then went outside. It was cooler and pleasant. While we waited, we did some people watching. Staring is not consdered rude here, and I've been getting plenty of stares, so turnabout....

This is a nation built on conformity, but individuality is starting to emerge. An awful lot of the women are dressed to the nines, with a lot of high heels, and bright colors. It wasn't so long ago that everyone was in khaki. Sally said she's even seen some Goths. Well, they already have the black hair! Wait till the Olympics get here in two years. Of course, if you're one in a million
there are 150 just like you here.

Another ataxia patient and her father arrived today from Jersey. Her father, a doctor has it too. Unknown type. Deb arrived back today with her husband Peter, a pilot for Cathay Pacific.
Deb thought my speech was clearer. That's six ataxians on the floor now. Well, not "on the floor", yet...

Stem cells tomorrow afternoon...