You guys overwhelm me with your kindness. It's amazing. Thank you for all the cards, letters, emails. Wow.
I wanted to hop on real quick and just say I'm ok. Still, still haven't heard from Dr. Infectious Disease Guy, but I know that my doctor has his number and hopefully soon, things will connect.
Thursday we saw a different nephrologist for monthly reports. My Dr. had to be at a conference, so we saw Dr. Stand In. Actually, he was beyond thorough. Oh my goodness. he was like. oh my gosh, a real doctor. We ain't seen one of them since crossin' over to the Arizona territories. Yee-haw!
Ok. So, I was alittle giddy at the whole thing.
Of course now, we thinking, do we love Dr. Stand In well enough to make the horrifically long four hours each way to Phoenix once a month drive to see Dr. Stand In? Ugh. I'm not even thinking about it for a week. The only thing that would certainly stop us is if we cannot see the dialysis nurse I'm seeing now. If I had to change to the unit in Phoenix- no go. Uh uh. Won't happen. Sorry, thanks for playing.
I think you get the picture.
Anyway, to get back on the point (I know, I know, where's the point) -
I'm ok. I still tire easily, and take 2-4 hour naps almost every day. I did get out and go grocery shopping, alone all by myself, one day last week only to spend that afternoon and the next day recuperating. WalMart will do that to you, I guess.
Tomorrow we prepare the house for the cleaning people. As much as I feel the need to present them with a clean house (is it just me that feels this way) I am making the kids do the basics. Like put the laundry is, oh heck, the laundry baskets and little things like that. Oh, and Kati cleaned out the science experiment refrigerator, which was holding leftovers from before I went into the hospital. Yep, you remember correctly. It was three weeks ago this Tuesday.
So, posting this week may be, well, weak. But, I should be back with lots of stories, pictures and stuff.
And I'll leave you with this picture. It's from the last day of the move out of the old house in June. I just found it, and it cracked me up.
This is John, Big Fat Louie (no kidding, he weighs 14 lbs.) and Louie's bed (otherwise known as Jonathan's beanbag chair). I swear it's not staged. This is what he does when he's sleeping on it and we go to move him. It's like his portacrib.
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