Monday morning I have a date with the lab. At least, that’s when I’m supposed to go relinquish various bodily fluids. I get worried when repeat tests are ordered. Very rarely the samples get botched by the lab techs, but more often than not, it’s to confirm something. If I skip it, I can live in ignorance. Other than being a ball of stressed-out rage and full of colorful snot, I feel as okay as I can. Maybe I’m being dumb and he wants to repeat the tests because, “Hey, your kidney function went way up! No more dialysis for joo!” Wouldn’t that be somethin’? I think my throat yuck is in the process of transitioning into a sinus infection. The good part is that my throat doesn’t hurt nearly as bad as it did for the first few days, but the bad part is sinus infection. I tend to get a lot of these from nasal regurgitation (when I swallow, sometimes the muscles in my esophagus move in the opposite direction they’re supposed to – shit goes up my nose – thanks, neuropathy). I may have to rope off a bathroom and designate it as my biohazardous nasal flushing station. Pleasant, I know.
Better news – I’m not sure if it’s from kicking one of my ovaries out, or losing weight too quickly, but my girl parts seem to be in partial stasis. The PMS was AWFUL, but the actual shark-time is way way way less sharky than usual. This may coincide with quitting Cimzia, which could have been the cause of the von Willebrand syndrome. Or it could have been the gihugic ovarian cyst fucking with my girl parts. All I do know, is that I’m very thankful I don’t have to bleed-out this month. *knocking on MDF*
Should I decide to act like an adult and go to the lab Monday, shortly after I return home, we all have to pile into the car and head up to the hotel to check in, then I have to hightail it over to the D-clinic to get plugged in for the afternoon. MC has to be at the APU by 5am Tuesday morning. I highly doubt I’ll kill this snotification by Monday, so I assume I’ll have a room all to myself (fuck yeah!). I would like to spend the night with MC, though. After hanging out in the same room with him for a week and a half, we both remembered why we enjoy each other’s company. And now we miss each other, even though we’re only 40 feet apart. It’s not that we even talk that much, so much as we are both way more relaxed when we’re together. I hate to say it, but it has been kind of nice that he’s on restricted activity because that forces him to stoop to my activity levels, which mean we get plenty of chill time. My favorite!
Today I’m frumping it. I’m not even going to bother changing out of my PJs or putting a bra on. Fuck boobie traps. I’ll play a little ESO and get the current section of my blanket finished. With any luck, I’ll be able to avoid Harpy for most of the day. As of right now, I’m in a good mood and I’d hate to let her ruin it!