My kidney numbers are terrible. According to my doc moments ago, they are worse than they've ever been. Creatine, BUN, phosphorus, hemoglobin, GFR...all terrible.
So why do I feel so darn good?
Aside from fatigue (which is something I've had since forever ago), I am somehow managing to get up each day and do very happy, healthy, enjoyable things. I am laughing and walking and cooking and stitching and futzing and watching the TeeVee and eating chicken wings and drinking enough water and iced tea to float a barge, and when the weather permits (like today), I am doing the whole Happy Manatee thing without a care in the world.
OK. I confess that I have my moments, and when they strike I head to the big girl sleigh bed for a snooze, but why am I not flat out on the mat right now waiting for the nice people to come take me away to the dialysis center?
I always knew that I was dumb as an box of doorknobs and strong as a bull, but this is a little nuts even for me.
So I have decided to take the sage advice of Dr. Wayne Dyer and henceforth will STOP looking at numbers on a computer screen to tell me how I feel. The truth of the matter is that today I feel wonderful, and there are things to do and thoughts to think and ponderings to ponder.
Rich and I will head over to campus this afternoon for a walk. I will park myself on a bench (or inside the bookstore cafe) and he will do the walking part for now. I can't quite keep up with him these days, but an hour at a bookstore will be a real treat. I think I might wander into the textbook section to see what the kids in my major are reading. Who knows? Maybe it's time tor me to re-visit a few old friends and give those Great Books another go!
That's the report for the day, Dearies. No stitching to show...we were too wrapped up in TeeVee viewing last night and I was too comfy on the sectional to leave it for the Happy Chair. Maybe today, though. Red Velvet Cake just doesn't seem to be stitching itself no matter how hard I wish it to be so!