Ya know something, it’s hard to eat when you just aren’t hungry. It doesn’t matter what Teresa makes or goes and gets me, I’m just not hungry. According to the scale this morning I was 180something. I am dropping weight fast. Scarily fast.
The consummation of drink (not alcohol) is even harder. I’m totally not thirsty. But I know I am damaging my kidneys. STUPID. All I have to do is drink, and I really can’t bring myself to drink much. STUPID.
I made it to my new therapist’s appointment. Wide awake thru the whole thing. Didn’t cry. Told her most of everything that is going on. The jist being that my transplant failed and there is small chance of survival. And that my bipolar is going nuts.
By now, you folks on Facebook have probably seen my query about if I held an AIN’T DEAD YET party. If I get enough positive responses, it will be held the end of March. Hoping for an early end of winter. Got to get ahold of Brenna and see if she is still doing the party thing at Park Place. If not, I will find somewhere else to host the party. I really want to do this, but need enough friends willing to come to warrant the cost and effort. So, I can pitch it to the boss.
I love that my wife has been working from home since I got home from the hospital. I love having her around. Tomorrow is going to her first day back to work cuz of a dumb human resources meeting.
My friends are posting such nice things on Facebook. I hope I get enough to warrant throwing the party.
Sorry for the short blog entry today. Kinda got 2 things stuck in my head and you guys know em both.