DON’T put all your drugs in one backpack!!!

I had had unwelcome company coming in my house and taking my Valium —> three, maybe four times best I can figure. So, we decided to put the V and my Percoset in my backpack ... not, for a moment considering that it would all be gone in one foul swoop.

Well, it was ALL GONE in one foul swoop sometime Sunday morning from the foot of my bed. If, indeed you are going to be ripped off, please be ripped off by somebody you don’t know. I think I know who did this and I’m concerned that he’s gonna do something more. We live in an old house and it’s easy — no matter locked or not — to get in.

So, now, we’re headed for no less than three places to put these drugs!!!!

More another time —> too tired sitting here now.

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Mandala

The computer monster is at it again!!! I wrote a long post with comments about odds and ends ... oh well, I’m starting this one with the fact that we had an invader this morning sometime. Bound to be a guy I know ... grabbed my backpack ... he lucked out bec in it were Percocet, Valium, $55, and cards. We called the police right away and the bank.

Being INVADED is not a good feeling. The last two weeks of high school somebody took my bag out of my locker; years ago a friend and I were in Canada and we got back to the van and it had been broken into ... my camera equipment had been taken and someone found the satchel and mailed it back to me; my mothers racoon coat was taken out of my van; my backpack was taken out of my truck; my backpack was taken out of my house; and now this. WHAT A BOTHER!!!! money, necessary cards, medical info, my cell phone and info, my will, living will and power of attorney, necessary phone numbers, notes, blahblahblah . . .

I’m curous: does anybody think that Osama bin Laden is dead? Do you know that European and Asian news has reported it a few weeks ago? I STILL want to know what he did with his dialysis machine while he was moving around the mts of Pakistan and Afghaistan?

I wrote some things about a renal committee I am on —> but, I’m gonna write that again later . . .

My catheter is scheduled to come out on Tuesday!!! My new graph is working well ... finally . . .

I’m gonna have to write more later, right now I’m tired, need to get back to my list and need to eat something.

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Mandala

. . . and the computer gobbled it up . . . so, now, I’m having to think into the next appropriate post ... it’ll be soon!!! not-to-worry

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Mandala

One thing a friend of mine doesn’t understand is that when you have been as ill as I have been for as long as I have been you KNOW who you are, you KNOW what you are and you KNOW why you are. Basically, you are ill because there are things you need to learn ... it is a God-thing. We are ill to teach us lessons and to help others learn things they need to understand. We don’t teach others by telling them anything, really. But, we teach them by being present, in the moment, aware, and they see that in us and then maybe they pick up something they need to figure out for them selves. It takes forever for us to get back to what we were born to be to begin with —> we make it all such a struggle.

Well, I’ve decided that this blog will be not only about dialysis itself, but, because everything in my life really does center around the fact that I am on dialysis that this blog will be not only about dialysis but about my life itself. Did you get that?!!

About dialysis: this graph is working well ... I do, however, need to run another week and then I can have the catheter taken out. Oh well, nothing is for sure within a medical life until you KNOW it’s being done NOW!!!

For those of you who are also diabetic: about a week and a half ago I noticed a knot on the shin of my leg ... have no idea where from. A few days later it was getting redder. So, the doc put me on antibiotics for four dialysis runs. The leg is better.

As a diabetic, you MUST take care of ALL those little anoying places that get knicked and knocked. They could easily turn into, before you know it, an amputated leg. I know, I watched it happen to my right leg. It really was an aweful site to see the top of my foot give way to dead skin ... it was ugly, soft, to touch it meant that a piece of skin was then loose ... the blood was kinda sitting there, kinda coagulated ... the rest of the skin was dark, not quite black. Once was enough to see that picture ... ugly.

One more piece about how fast things can happen. My surgeon told me that one of his patients dropped a plastic jar of mayo on his foot and two days later it was being amputated. If you are a diabetic and don’t believe it, go talk with a surgeon. They’ll paint you a picture you won’t ever forget.

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Mandala

. . . thank you!

We do think that if all goes well this week, the catheter can come out sometime the following week. That will be a good deal and shower, here I come.

Otherwise, I woke up this morning ready to go —> I was ready to get things going on the move. I have always hated to move. But, we are starting the process ... finally.

gotta go
to bed!!!

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Mandala