Dearies, are you as bored with me as I am?
I swear it was just yesterday that I was riding the Crazy Train through Adventureville, and there were fun and various things to report. I'm sure that life with Stewey was the cause of that, and his presence and supervision were the only reason why I might have been the least bit interesting.
Now it's just sleep, slurp, schlep, and suck it up, I'm afraid.
I went from being Mo-ther Dearest to the guy that makes the donuts in one fell swoop.
That's not to say that I am unhappy or complaining in any way...I promise you. My life is perfectly wonderful and truly blessed, but there is a little part of me that just wishes I felt better so that I could enjoy it more, you know?
On days like this I have to remind myself that this is just a temporary chapter and not the entire book, and that a new kidney will mean a new life and I will be able to get back to running around at mach ten with my hair on fire.
The weight battle continues, but my gain between treatments was very slight today, so that means a loss of body weight. A normal gain in between dialysis treatments for me is about three kilos...or six plus pounds. Today, though, I only gained one kilo...or two point two pounds.
Still no idea why I am having such bad bouts of nausea and cold sweats, but the doc is making her rounds today, and after she blabs about my pants for ten minutes, I'll see if I can get her focused on other things. She's lovely, and I respect her position, but sometimes I feel like I have to grab her by the lapels and say "Swarupa! Sit up in the buggy here with me, Girlfriend! You went to medical school! Fix me!"
My view is of the fountain today, soI am going to enjoy every minute of it. The tree just outside our window has shaggy bark...my favorite...and the light coming through the leaves is just so pretty this morning that I'm going to kick back and enjoy it.
I do hope your very own Wednesday is going swimmingly and that you'll come tell me all about it!