Aug 13, 2020
Aug 12, 2020
(Either that, or it vexes me a bit since I screwed up the wording and stitched them all together in one paragraph rather than split them between rows.)
(Stewey didn't vex me, exactly, but he did have the uncanny ability to pee on the drapes the very second I got them re-hung after a thorough washing).
Treatment went better that expected today. The day after a procedure is usually a rest day for my arm because it's so sore, but I gritted it out and was happy that the pain was much much less than expected. Apparently Buzzy was blocked by as much as 90%, so the timing of getting it done was perfect.
(Blockage is a very normal thing, by the way. An AV fistula is not a normal construction for one's body to readily accept, so it does its best to close it off.)
( How, though, I was managing to get good clearances with that much blockage is beyond me, but what do I know?)
Nothing else on my agenda for a few days, Dearies. I'm going to let my JB fend for himself in the kitchen tonight, and tomorrow I will sleep in, have some bed coffee, and video chat with Dr Melfi at 1:00. I'm hoping for a swimming pool day to get some exercise completed, but won't be too heartbroken if I have to stay in the Happy Chair stitching instead!
Thanks for bearing with me during my recent grumps. I know I've been out of sorts lately, and I haven't really figured out why, but I didn't want you to think I was trying to sneak it by you. Sometimes you get the bull. Sometimes you get the horns, I guess.
(Speaking of bulls and horns...am I the only one out here obsessing about Rip on Yellowstone? I never thought myself a cowboy kind if gal (especially given my proclivity for JB), but...hubba hubba. You gotta be some kind of dreamy to pull my attention away from Mr Costner, I tell ya!)
OK. Time to go behave myself for a bit. Happy Futzingday, Dearies! Come tell me all about what's got YOUR attention today!
Aug 11, 2020
So much for having a productive Tuesday. Buzzy and I were up at the crack of dawn for his three-month roto-rootering, and I am just wiped out. The poor surgeon got quite a workout trying to get through the stent and pushed hard enough to almost send me off the table and into the next room, but it's over now and we can rest.
There hasn't been any stitching the last few days, Dearies, so you'll need to bear with me until I get needle and thread back in hand. I did manage to get a piece of fabric ordered from Miss Linda at the House of Stitches for a new start, so as soon as it arrives I'll get it on the q-snaps and get going.
Time for bed, I think. There's still enough goofy juice in me that my eyes are heavy and my head is a bit swimmy.
Happy Tuesday! I hope things are swell in your corner of the world! Come tell me all about it!
Aug 10, 2020
Aug 8, 2020
Sorry to confuse everybody with this whole weight thing.
The bottom line is that I need to get back to the 240 range and be very careful to only gain 1-2 pounds of fluid in between treatments.
I gained a lot of weight quickly and missed a few treatments, so we figured a lot of it was fluid...thus the big attempt to pull a lot of fluid.
Turns out, though, that the weight was actual body weight, so pulling that much caused me to crash because it was below my "dry weight".
Now even I'm confused.
Here...let's make it easy on ourselves, Dearies.
I am being super duper careful again so that the post-treatment weight on Fridays goes down each week. Being super duper careful means watching what I eat, limiting my fluid intake, and increasing my exercise.
Today I had an egg white/turkey sausage English muffin sandwich, swam/flapped around in the pool for a half hour, and had rice cakes and a little cucumber/tomato/feta salad with balsamic for lunch.
So back on track...heading in the right direction, and determined to get there!