I had grand illusions of conquering the world today, but alas, the universe has other plans for me. There must be an alignment of the planets or a full moon or something, because when the reality of having to hit the brakes set in, my brain was OK with it and decided to just call this a "recovery day" and get on with it.
So I am in the Happy Chair with the paper and puzzles and my second cup of damn good, and later I might contemplate a visit to the pool (or what I now like to refer to as the "Aquatic Therapy Center for Spinster Mind and Body Healing").
Visions of stitching are dancing around in my head thanks to all of the inspiration of my fellow Donaldson attendees. So many beautiful things to contemplate! That Autumn Basket of Stitchy Fun is starting to materialize! And a few "problem children" WIPs might now get completed thanks to the advice and example of the gurus who offered advice and support.
A very good way to spend the Futzingday, indeed!
Sunshine and rainbows and dancing unicorns and glitter continue to keep the black dog at bay...amazing how he can slink back into a corner when the better angels of my silly little brain give him a tap on the nose and tell him to sit.
Physically, I confess that I am really struggling with these "heavy" legs and fatigue and not being able to walk from here to there without huffing and puffing, but no dialysis just yet. My kidney team is watching me very closely, however, and promises to make the call at the exact moment it is necessary. I, in turn, have promised to continue to try to be a good patient and do what they tell me. I will see the transplant surgeon again on August 31, and it is my hope and prayer that we'll be one more step closer to getting it scheduled for the Fall. So...thank you for all of those happy thoughts and prayers, Dearies. They seem to be working very very nicely!
Onward we go! Armed with nothing but our wits and companions and stashes. Who knows? We might just conquer the world after all!