OH...DEAR

Well, this goes into the category of raining and pouring, I suppose.

No stitching to report, Dearies. I was just knocked out cold for the duration yesterday, and came home with a very sore arm (probably due to an infiltration), and a good old case of the grumps.

(Infiltrations occur when the needles poke through the access wall and the surrounding tissue becomes extremely sore and swollen.)

So today I am a bit bleary eyed in the Happy Chair due to lack of sleep, and my only goal for the day is to survive it without becoming a blob of tears and pity.

I've got a big stack of newspapers and an ice pack ready to cart into the big girl sleigh bed, so all will be well, my Dears. All will be well.

Come tell me all about life in your corner of the world. Hopefully, it's simply delightful.

Added later...

I put myself into time out, finally. And before you berate me for the PopTart...they are a very rare and emergency treat for days like this and are under lock and key otherwise.

Today...we needed the big guns.

The blue thing is a polar fleece scarf that was a Christmas present from Fresenius (my d-chair company). They gave them to us last year, and everybody but me bitched about them because they wanted more, I guess.  I was actually thrilled to receive anything at all, since I figure them keeping me alive is gift enough.

But what do I know?

Anywhoose...it's holding the ice packs on Buzzy.

I just told Aunt Chrissy (via text) that I now understand how Stewey must have felt when he would put himself into time out in his little fort under the bed. When he had had enough of me, or if he was just having one of those days, he would disappear, and I would find him happily snoozing away or playing with his toys in his very own happy place.

I might just stay here all day.