Happy Futzingday, Dearies!
(At least I think it's Futzingday.)
The last few days have been a bit rough on your loveable portly spinster. Between medication changes at dialysis and some procedures at the skin doctor to remove barnacles from my neck and shoulders, I am full of holes, woozy, and ready to stay in the bug girl sleigh bed for the duration.
One of the oriblems with kidney dusease (among many) is that blood levels of certain things can go whacky from time to time. Phosphorous is one of those things, and to combat a build-up of it, I take pills with meals that bind to the excess phosphorous to get rid of it. Combined with this is a calcium issue related to the parathyroid glands, and there is another pill you can take that helps regulate that. Unfortunately, I seem to be intolerant of it, so they are trying to give me an alternative in my lines at the end of treatment, but I don't seem to be faring much better on it.
The weather isn't helping me, since hot and humid and I are not friends. At all. But the yood news there is that it's supposed to be beautiful here in just a day or two, so I should be able to breathe and flit about again in my golfing things.
Here's a little progress on Good in Everything:
If all goes well, I hope to spend a fair amount of time with it tonight and tomorrow. I have a few small chores to take care of in the morning and then have a visit with Dr Melfi at 1:00, but hopefully I will be able to grab a few hours with needle and thread.
Hope your day was swell! Come tell me all about it!