FRIDAY PONDERINGS

Hi, Dearies.

I'm in the d-chair and doing my thing, but a bit rattled. I just learned of the passing of  another one of my pod mates, with another expected any time now. That will mean that five people have died in the almost two years that I've been here, and I suppose my tiny brain and big fat heart are busying themselves running between fear and sadness.

When I started dialysis, my Aunt JoAnn told me not to get attached to anybody here. At the time, I thought it very strange, and maybe a little bit mean-spirited, but now I see that she was trying to protect me from myself. This fact makes me peaceful inside, since it means she really knew who I am  and valued that. I think my Uncle Connie understood me too, so this means that the two people who gave me their names really were a huge part of who I turned out to be.

Grandma Josephine said my name was perfect because I was a "little bull-head named after two big bull-heads"....a fact that I now appreciate when it comes to my propensity for digging in when it comes to something I care about, or want to overcome, or want to accomplish.

I suppose this was an "off" week for me, but that's why God made week ends, right? I was not particularly good about staying on the diet wagon. As a matter of fact, I jumped off of that sucker at the Applebees on Tuesday night and let it roll over me, back up, and hit me again on Wednesday with Papa Johns and his evil Papadias. Eight hundred and fifty calories! Eight hundred and fifty, Dearies! That's more than I have been eating in an entire day...let alone for a late night dinner after a lunch of hot dogs and pretzel pieces!

Good grief, Spinster Brown...do you think I'll ever get a clue?

I did behave better yesterday, but still managed to have scrambled eggs at 9:00 last night because I was ready to eat my slippers. Back on track today, though, and if Magoo suggests the normal Friday night pizza, I just might smack him with said slippers.

Absolutely zero stitching to report, which I think explains almost everything. I am, however, going to remedy that sad fact right now by putting down this iPad thingie and getting needle in hand.

God bless and keep you, my friends. I promised myself I would be better about telling you how important you are and how my life is better with you all in it. I hope your weekend will be full of good health, good food, good stitching, and good times with those you love.  Come tell me all about it.