Another wafty day chez moi. Consider these posts to be placeholders. A reminder that I do still exist.
Although sometimes I don't know if it's better to quietly disappear until health returns or to continue being present. Disappear, and it might be that when/if you come back, no one will remember who you are. Stay present, and you might be able to do it only in such limited capacity that people have no sense of you anyway.
I'm really enjoying Words With Friends, it seems to be the one brain-thing I'm capable of these days. I fantasize about doing other things, but too many steps are required.
I have a pathology nurse coming around tomorrow morning to collect blood for tests for everything, I anticipate no surprises. Then I have homecare, which will be nice. Later in the day a Nice Young Lass(TM) will be coming by to see if she's the right person to help me out one or two hours a week. This isn't government funded, I'm paying for it myself. I want my fish tended, among other things.
I am really hoping that on Wednesday I am well enough to go to the birthday dinner of a very dear friend. I'll be sad if I can't go. I resigned myself to a solitary Easter, but this might be pushing it.
But I guess I've been here before.
Rolling with the punches.