Hi, Dearies!

I wasn't going to blogblog today...was just going to post the thingy above, but my second cup of damn good just kicked in and I am now semi-awake.

Yesterday was a complete cluster-youknowwhat. I was late to the d-chair because my car was enclosed in a cocoon of ice and crusty snow and no matter how hard I tried to clear it...it wouldn't budge. (I know, I know. Time to consider a remote car starter.) Then, I decided to pass out at the end of treatment, and finally, just for kicks, my access decided to spring forth as I was walking to the restroom and I made the hallway and path back to my chair look like a freakin crime scene.

(It's not easy being me.)

Poor Nurse Wendy just didn't know what to do with me, and had just removed all of the protective pads, etc from the chair and she had to run for gloves, which caused her to pull her back out, and then after we got the bleeding to stop the poor thing had to sit down and catch her breath.

(I hate being high-maintenance.)

So I've just hung up the phone after talking to my transplant co-ordinator at IU. I was supposed to go down there next week for a visit with Dr Goggins and the team, but I am still freaked by covid, so we moved it forward again. 

I am, however, happy to report that I am still right up there at the "top" of the list. What this means is that I am in the top ten or so recipients in this region. When a kidney comes in, there are tons of factors that they match up with recipients to find the perfect fit. So....it's not a linear progression for transplant. Does this make sense? I swear, it was just five minutes ago that I myself finally understood it. 

All I know is that transplant will be sooner that later. Days, weeks, or months instead of years.

You know, now that I think of it, I should probably be kinda proud of myself for not wigging out more than I do. For a control freak/anxiety junkie/planner waiting for a kidney and not knowing when it's coming should be enough to throw me over the proverbial cliff, but I am remarkably at peace over all of it.

Age? Wisdom? Industrial grade pharmaceuticals?

Well, let's not think about it too closely and just chalk it up to the bubble of love and good vibes and happiness that surrounds me because of this thing of ours. I swear, kids, we should figure out how to bottle this and sell it.

(Maybe in my next life.)

Enough babbling. Breakfast and the papers and then a video visit with Dr Melfi today. Then, after a quick walk (I hope), some stitchy time!

Happy Thursday! I hope you are warm and safe and dry and happy today. Do something fun and come tell me all about it!