My Saturday was almost as I had planned. There was stitching and footballing, but alas, no swimming. I returned from my outing at Miss Jane's church with that bloody headache, so opted for a nap and some quiet time with Flosstube instead of braving the heat and humidity.
I suspect that this is par for the course at this stage in the disease. My docs are all on board and I know to get to the ER if it worsens or any other troubling symptoms arise. I fear, however, that it might be an indication that dialysis is getting closer and closer.
My Jersey Boy took his afternoon walk yesterday and returned with a present better than dozens of long-stemmed red roses. When he presented them to me I actually shed a tear and then clutched them to me in sheer delight.
My bagels.
I buy and eat a special New York bagel from the Martin's each day, and my friend noticed that I went without yesterday morning on my way to stitching. So without me having to ask or bat my eyelashes or nag...he took himself over there and found the exact right thing to give to me at the exact right time.
Who needs diamonds and pearls and flowers and perfume when you can have the perfect bagel?!
Life is swell here at CS2. We're falling into a lovely, quiet, happy routine of TeeVee and stitching, conversation and laughter, and the occasional field trip to local establishments for refreshment. For the first time in my life I'm not wanting to have big conversations or ask the hard questions...I'm just enjoying each moment and looking forward to the next giddy adventure.
Dreams of Stewey are more vivid than ever. Last night I thought of him in his little wiglet. He and Bosco were on the school bus, and Stewey was wearing his wig and carrying a briefcase and a Wonder Woman lunchbox. Bosco was all boy...jeans and a little t-shirt and a Power Ranger clutched in his little paw. I think Stewey was trying to read the paper on his morning commute and Bosco was busying humself wondering what would be on the lunch menu.
The soundtrack to that dream was laughter and giggles, and I awoke smiling.
So today will be more of the same. Perhaps a little more progress on Red Velvet Cake and some football of the NFL variety. If the weather cooperates, I might try a dip and float a little later, but for now I'm content to finish another cup of damn good and the paper.
Happy, happy Sunday, Dearies! I hope that whatever it is you're doing is exactly what makes your heart sing today!
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