WEDNESDAY SHENANAGINS...

This tote is what I am calling my comfort bag. It will basically takes the place of a purse/handbag, since it will contain everything I would want with me if I were stranded on a dessert island or in the hospital getting a new kidney: wallet, iPad, phone, and chargers, book, stitchy project, coloring book and markers, a sherpa wrap with pockets, fuzzy socks, hair ties and a headband, a comb, face wipes, moisturizer, lip balm, eye drops, hand cream, antibacterial wipes, tweezers, nail file, cuticle nippers, safety pins, bandaids, day planner, sippy cup, pen, notepad, tissues, lens cloth and cleaner, extra eyeglasses, power bar/Bel Vita, cough drops, breath mints, anti-nasuea meds, Tylenol, toothbrush/toothpaste, mascara, lipstick, magazines, an extra pair of underpants...and Stewey.

(All contained in perfectly sized leopard print cosmetic bags and organizers that should be here tomorrow from the amazons and cost less than my shoes from Target that were eight dollars.)

Too much?

Keep in mind that my little suitcase for the hospital will have pajamas, slippers, a set of clothes to go "home", and a toiletry bag with all of the above (minus Stewey) and little shampoo, soap, etc. so the comfort bag is essentially a back up.

I promised myself that I would just CHILL the heck out already and focus on one thing at a time, but my propensity for making things difficult has kicked into overdrive. That's OK, though. Dr Melfi tells me that this obsessive list-writing and planning and planning and list-writing is my way of feeling in control of something that is majorly OUT of my control, and if I need to do it to have a calm and peaceful transplant, then obsess about it I shall.

Besides...I'm never better than when I am compulsively organizing things into bags, boxes, and containers, so who cares if I've gone completely 'round the bend, right?

I've been keenly aware of this happy little quirk of mine most recently by achieving stitchy Nirvana. Figuring out the exact contents of a "kit" has helped me enjoy the actual stitching so much more, that I'm sad I didn't figure it out sooner. My kit contents might change somewhere down the line, but for now, the peace if mind it's providing convinces me that having a kidney transplant "kit" is a good thing.

(I just happen to have five of them.)

So, Dearies. Thank you from the bottom of my pitiful little heart. First and foremost to Miss Susan heading up the YouCaring fund and for all of your overwhelming generosity in contributing to it. I simply cannot imagine the stress I would feel if you hadn't taken that off my plate. Knowing that I can afford the post-surgery meds and the hotel and meals, etc during recovery has literally saved my life. Thank you. A thousand thank yous.

And...thank you for indulging my crazy and for coming on this journey with me. I have absolutely no earthly idea where we're going or when we're going to get there, but boy are we gonna have fun when we do!!

Time for soup, I think. I dud well during treatment today, but haven't had anything to eat yet (and it's five o'clock!) and I'm feeling a little...peckish.

Love love love, kisses kisses kisses, and hugs hugs hugs (all socially distanced, of course). Do something crazy and come tell me all about it!