So, its nearly my most favourite of holidays, Thanksgiving.
I called my dad yesterday to wish him an early happy thanksgiving.
Here is a snipit from our conversation:
(names changed to protect the innocent. *Susan is the fake name of one of my dad's lady friends. yes. plural.)
Dad: Hey, if Susan* calls, you don't have to answer. (yes, somehow, dad's lady friend has my number)
me: yeah, she called a couple days ago. She left a voice mail
Dad: I told her I was busy and was going to come visit you this week. And that you couldnt answer your phone because you were arrested and so I'm visiting you in jail.
Me: So you told her I was in jail.
Dad: (laughing) yeah. and that your cell phone was confiscated.
Me: What did you tell her I was in jail for?
Dad: Thankfully, we hadn't gotten that far.
Me: but dad, JAIL? Why jail?? and what happens if she calls and I answer accidently.
Dad: Tell her you can't talk long because you are in the middle of being transfered to a new unit.
I am amazed I turned out so well.
I bought all the groceries I needed today at Central Market. Thanks to the generosity of a dear friend and some gift certificates to the GOOD grocery store, I managed to buy food to feed a small army and not be out one red cent.
The store was not too crowded, no more crowded than a normal Saturday. For the most part people were in a good mood. For the most part.
I was in the bread section to get some premade cornbread for dressing the next day. I shifted my basked to the side. If you have ever shopped at central market on S. Lamar you know the bread section is two small aisles with tables of bread on either side and down the middle. You can easily fit 2 carts or 1 cart and some people standing. So i shift it between two of the tables so people can continue to move down the aisles. A woman tried to walk between my cart and the table of pies, knocking over 2 boxes, each containing a pumpkin pie. She turned to me.
Lady: Is this your cart?
Me: Yes
She then said, with a snotty air:
Lady: Well, your cart is KIND OF in the way....
Me: Well, your bitchy attitude is kind of in the way.
I put the cornbread in the cart and continued on to the checkout.
Hope you all have a happy thanksgiving and that no one's bitchy attitude gets in your way.
I called my dad yesterday to wish him an early happy thanksgiving.
Here is a snipit from our conversation:
(names changed to protect the innocent. *Susan is the fake name of one of my dad's lady friends. yes. plural.)
Dad: Hey, if Susan* calls, you don't have to answer. (yes, somehow, dad's lady friend has my number)
me: yeah, she called a couple days ago. She left a voice mail
Dad: I told her I was busy and was going to come visit you this week. And that you couldnt answer your phone because you were arrested and so I'm visiting you in jail.
Me: So you told her I was in jail.
Dad: (laughing) yeah. and that your cell phone was confiscated.
Me: What did you tell her I was in jail for?
Dad: Thankfully, we hadn't gotten that far.
Me: but dad, JAIL? Why jail?? and what happens if she calls and I answer accidently.
Dad: Tell her you can't talk long because you are in the middle of being transfered to a new unit.
I am amazed I turned out so well.
I bought all the groceries I needed today at Central Market. Thanks to the generosity of a dear friend and some gift certificates to the GOOD grocery store, I managed to buy food to feed a small army and not be out one red cent.
The store was not too crowded, no more crowded than a normal Saturday. For the most part people were in a good mood. For the most part.
I was in the bread section to get some premade cornbread for dressing the next day. I shifted my basked to the side. If you have ever shopped at central market on S. Lamar you know the bread section is two small aisles with tables of bread on either side and down the middle. You can easily fit 2 carts or 1 cart and some people standing. So i shift it between two of the tables so people can continue to move down the aisles. A woman tried to walk between my cart and the table of pies, knocking over 2 boxes, each containing a pumpkin pie. She turned to me.
Lady: Is this your cart?
Me: Yes
She then said, with a snotty air:
Lady: Well, your cart is KIND OF in the way....
Me: Well, your bitchy attitude is kind of in the way.
I put the cornbread in the cart and continued on to the checkout.
Hope you all have a happy thanksgiving and that no one's bitchy attitude gets in your way.
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Peritoneal dialysis, though, is done through a catheter inserted between the peritoneal cavity and the muscle around the stomach. The catheter is used to fill the peritoneal cavity with a dextrose solution (sugar water) that uses the peritineum (might have spelled that wrong. It's a big layer of tissue in that area of the body) to pull out fluids, salts, and other compounds that are normally handled by the kidneys through osmosis. This makes the dialysis continuous throughout the day so I can eat and drink more of what I want without fear of death, and without it making me feel like crap. The exchanges (drain the old fluid out, fill cavity with new fluid) take minutes instead of hours, and if I want I can do them while I'm sleeping.
Basically, it means I get my time back because I don't have to go to a dialysis unit anymore on anyone else's schedule. I don't have to get stabbed with 14 gauge needles 3 times a week. I get to eat and drink things I love (Like beer! YAY!), and I will feel better more of the time.
It's pretty much the most awesome thing to happen to me this year.