The week, that is. I’d say I’m looking forward to spending Saturday in bed but I signed up to go to a knit-a-long/class thing. Thought it might do me some good. Either it will, or it it will be one more project sitting on needles not getting done. Or both.
My mom had a procedure yesterday to clean out the wound on her leg from her bypass surgery, then today had one to place a catheter for dialysis. I guess they are having trouble with her fistula. They’ve done these procedures in the afternoon so she gets back to her room in the evening and is groggy, so I’ve only gotten to talk to her. Tomorrow she’ll have dialysis, which I’m hoping they’ll do early so I can see her in the afternoon. She was at dialysis Tuesday when I went, so I went to the dialysis unit but only got to see her for a short time before they asked me to leave.
I’m wondering when I’m going to hit rock bottom, because I’m beginning to think I won’t bounce back at all until I’ve hit as low as I can. What that low is, I don’t know. I don’t really want to find out either.
Tomorrow is treatment day for dad, so back out to MD Anderson. He had a doctors appointment today, but after sitting in the waiting room for an hour, he insisted on leaving. Debating taking my camera and leaving him, then going to Lake Eola to take pictures. Not sure yet. I guess I’ll see how I feel in the morning.