Happy Monday, Dearies!
Buzzy and I are in the d-chair in my old pod (as a matter of fact, we're in the chair I had when I originally started), and life feels like it just might get back to normal. The techs and nurses have been dropping by with both apologies and horror stories about the gentleman that gave me so much grief on Wednesday -- apparently, he is quite a problem that they just haven't solved yet.
My weight and fluid gain was a LOT less than what I would have expected, especially when I consider the amount of stuff that seemed to make it onto my plate this weekend. I went to bed all three nights with a super full tummy and a promise to do better the next day, but too many treats made for an over-indulgent weekend.
I'll remedy that this week by getting back into routine, and hopefully I can add some exercise in there to really up the ante. I am still below my transplant weight, but want to get back to a losing mode rather than a maintaining mode. Operation Keep Going needs to kick in again!
Tomorrow I meet with the specialist about this thing in my head. I'm still a bit nervous about it, but know that no matter what it turns out to be...I'll handle it. I am actually more concerned with my Thursday eye appointment, since that impacts my stitchy life.
So, Dearies...by the end of the week your hapless spinster just might be back to some semblance of normalcy and in her happy little lane again! This detour, I admit, threw me for quite a loop, but we'll get there eventually to be sure.
No plans for this evening other than recovery from treatment, a healthy dinner, and some stitching. I re-started The Crown last night, so I'll get another few episodes in before bedtime.
Hope life in your neighborhood is swell, and that any detours that pop up have something pretty to look at! Come tell me all about it!