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Sooo....

First of all, many, MANY thanks to everyone's good wishes about my health as well as to the anonymous gifter of virtual roses. I really appreciate it.

Good news - I'm back to work finally. Yesterday was my second day back, and boy, I was one tired puppy. I'd gotten used to afternoon naps whenever I felt like it and oddly enough, my boss kinda frowns on that sort of thing. Sigh.

I still have very little kidney function, but everyone keeps telling me to be patient. According to them, acute kidney failure (which I'm technically diagnosed as) can take months to reverse and there's still definite hope my kidneys will begin working again.

Oddly enough, it's not the kidney failure that gets to me, or even the diabetes (although I am NOT thrilled with having to prick my finger for blood four times a day!), but it's the little things like NO CHOCOLATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Or not being allowed a shower because the catheter in my chest can't get wet. Let me tell you, sponge baths and washing your hair in the sink gets really OLD after five weeks!

A lot of good things are happening around here as well.

We bought a house in May (our first - very nerve-wracking!) and have been very busy redecorating. Hubby has finished installing wood flooring in the three bedrooms and is about to start on the living/dining room area. I can't wait to get the horrible burgundy shag carpet up and gone. He then gets to replace the tacky yellow linoleum in the kitchen with some beautiful grayish-green shale tile.

THE GREAT ESCAPE - Hubby painted the front door to the house on Saturday while I was at dialysis. When I got home, I was too tired to cook, so we decided to go out to eat. As we left the house, hubby kept yelling at us not to mess with the front door, to go out through the garage and that he'd take care of the door before we left.

Several hours later, we drove up into the driveway and low and behold, at least SIX of our cats were sprawled out on the concrete around the front sidewalk. Fortunately, when they saw me walking up the walkway, they all ran back into the WIDE OPEN FRONT DOOR THAT HUBBY SAID HE'D TAKEN CARE OF! None of the eleven were lost, however, so hubby was allowed that night to sleep on the couch instead of a cardboard box on the curb.
 
 
 
 
 
 
I'm so glad that you're able to go back to work.

Congratulations on your new home and now you can start building fun and happy memories there! ♥
So glad you're doing better. m :)
*hugs tightly* I'm glad to hear from you. My thoughts and prayers will always be with you, m'dear.

And oh...I'm glad none of the cats were lost...

Back to work... and, possibly having to slay the hubby...

Sounds like you're having a time of it still. I'm very happy to hear the cats were okay, and that nothing happened while you guys were at dinner. The spouse should know you don't need a heart attack of top of everything else.

::hugs::