Is it an age thing? I used to be the kind of spinster who would be wide awake and ready to start the day the moment my toes hit the floor. I would put my glasses on my face, pat a sleeping Stewey, look out the window, and then get on with it.
But now? Not so much at all.
I do try to get up at the same time each day, but I can honestly tell you that I am utterly and completely zombiefied for at least two hours upon waking. I stumble to the ladies...mix up my juice and fiber stuff...swallow my pills...and then make my first cup of damn good all under the veil of Sleepytown. It's not until the second cup goes down that I realize I'm upright and that this is indeed the planet Earth.
My nurses and techs have explained to me that dialysis hangover is a real thing, but I had hoped to be an old pro by now. Until I get the hang of this thing, though (no pun intended), I have a total of twenty-four hours in a week that are...normal. Those twenty-four hours happen Saturday afternoon to Sunday afternoon, and I am determined to make the most of them.
What am I doing the other hours of the week, you ask?
Well, if I'm not nursing a hangover from treatment the day before, I am fretting the prospect of treatment the day after.
(It's a simple formula, actually. Twenty-four hours a week I am a fully-functioning pleasant human. The other hundred and forty-four I am an incoherent lump.)
So today I will get suitable for outside company (shoes and a bra), I'll visit with Dr. Melfi for a minute, and then head to the library to pick up a big stack of books. If the weather holds out, Lovey and I are going to attempt a round of golf, and then it's home for salmon and a big salad.
But in the meantime, there is a little stitching to report. I confess that I went off script with the little white house (which was supposed to be a little pink house), but by the time I caught the error it was just a stitch past the "Oh, screw it" portion of the program.
I hope your very own Thursday is wonderfully swell, my Dears! Do something that blows your skirt up and come tell me all about it!