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Dec. 20th, 2007 09:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nonethefewerI dreamt that my therp had been subbed out by a new one for a bit, but I didn't know at first because I was too doped up to look up and focus properly. My brain likes making dreams that mock me, sometimes.
Things:
- We drove Peaches up to Vancouver again for her next check-up, last night. The gist, because I can't recall the specifics: she has congestive heart disease, the medication for that bumped her BUN levels up to ~400 - I don't know yet what that means, but it's wicked bad. (You'll want to check with B about specifics; I could be wrong, or drugged.) So they need to slow down on the heart meds so that the kidneys get better, except that they can't slow down on the heart meds. Because duh. So it's a tightrope. A really sucky, short tightrope.
- Jennifer (B's girlfriend) called while we were en route to Vancouver, and said that her father had had a heart attack. He's likely going in for surgery on Friday ("likely" modifying "going in"), and she would like B to be with, for moral support. He told me that "we'll see", and I told him hells yes he's going - if I'm still feeling poorly, he can prop me up on the couch and put something with sound and colours on the TV. She needs him there, and that's that.
- I've cut out milk entirely, and wow, it feels pretty good. B wondered how it was that I could go so long without realising that whole milk==suck connection. Partly I always thought it was coffee, and partly milk is in the category of comfort foods, and I didn't want to give that up. But, I've rediscovered my love of Silk milk (non-fucking-flavoured, you goddamn sicko freaks), and apple juice is the first liquid I've had in years that doesn't hate me, so bonus.
- Mostly, I'm feeling somewhat sore and very tired, and covered in kitty spit. Ocho's been digging my being upstairs all day. Most annoying has been the stitches - you know how if something gets stuck in your mouth, you can feel it, and it bugs you until you can get it out...?
Things:
- We drove Peaches up to Vancouver again for her next check-up, last night. The gist, because I can't recall the specifics: she has congestive heart disease, the medication for that bumped her BUN levels up to ~400 - I don't know yet what that means, but it's wicked bad. (You'll want to check with B about specifics; I could be wrong, or drugged.) So they need to slow down on the heart meds so that the kidneys get better, except that they can't slow down on the heart meds. Because duh. So it's a tightrope. A really sucky, short tightrope.
- Jennifer (B's girlfriend) called while we were en route to Vancouver, and said that her father had had a heart attack. He's likely going in for surgery on Friday ("likely" modifying "going in"), and she would like B to be with, for moral support. He told me that "we'll see", and I told him hells yes he's going - if I'm still feeling poorly, he can prop me up on the couch and put something with sound and colours on the TV. She needs him there, and that's that.
- I've cut out milk entirely, and wow, it feels pretty good. B wondered how it was that I could go so long without realising that whole milk==suck connection. Partly I always thought it was coffee, and partly milk is in the category of comfort foods, and I didn't want to give that up. But, I've rediscovered my love of Silk milk (non-fucking-flavoured, you goddamn sicko freaks), and apple juice is the first liquid I've had in years that doesn't hate me, so bonus.
- Mostly, I'm feeling somewhat sore and very tired, and covered in kitty spit. Ocho's been digging my being upstairs all day. Most annoying has been the stitches - you know how if something gets stuck in your mouth, you can feel it, and it bugs you until you can get it out...?
