My appointments did not go exactly as planned. The kidney appointment came with the news that I need to have a procedure to check Buzzy for blockages, and this will involve sedation and possible angioplasty.
(I was really hoping to avoid angioplasty, since the idea of a stranger roto-rootering my pipes without so much as a howdoyoudo makes me nervous.)
Then it was a follow up visit about my little ER excursion. Here we learned that a third episode of diverticulitis is normally cause for surgery...do not pass GO, do not collect, etc etc...it means going in and removing that portion of the colon that is vulnerable.
And then, just to see if I could make things worse, I decided to go over to the house and sit in the semi-empty living room and bawl my eyes right out of my head.
By the time I returned to CS2 I was completely wrung out...spent...done for. I put on my jammies, crawled into the big girl sleigh bed, and stayed there for the duration. Not one thing stitched, not one word read, not one Flosstube video watched. Just me feeling sorry for myself and wishing It was 1987 again.
Today does not look like it will be much better, but I am determined to shake it off and not wallow. I figured that a good place to start would be to sit with all of my WIPS and get them organized and in a basket or two. I watched Miss Emily of Eclectic Possessions fame do a WIP parade, and it was somehow comforting to see things all neat and tidy in their project bags.
Hopefully, that will be the cure for what is ailing me.
There's nothing to be done on the medical front today. All of the docs are putting their heads together to determine the best course of action going forward. I suspect that the nice folks at IU will put their two cents in about any surgeries prior to a transplant, and my gastro will have something to say about messing about with a Crohn's tummy, but those are discussions well above my pay grade. I'll just be a good patient and follow orders and try not to make a mess of things.
As for the case of the Mean Reds that has me missing home and Stewey and my mom and dad and my sister, etc etc...I'm going to chalk it up to a monthly "situation" and allow myself a good cry or two. But I'm going to refrain from any more visits to CS1 for a little bit...that's just a little more than I can take at the moment.
So we're moving...onward. Maybe not at the exact pace that I would want, but onward nevertheless.
Here's hoping that your Tuesday is exactly what you hope it to be! Do something wonderful and come tell me all about it!