Little JJ is hanging out next to me in a laundry basket, his Pomerianian hind leg in a cast. In other news, the interviews for a new aide have commenced. I keep getting calls from people who live 45 minutes away. The normally full waiting room in the neurological unit at Beth Israel held me and one other patient. The roads to and from the city were nearly empty.
Life is surreal.
Just a monthly all-day IV hookup, no shunts, no bells and whistles. It's getting the medication that's a problem. I forgot to ask why I was seeing the specialist next week. I realize this sounds ridiculous, but the appointment was made months ago and at this point I honestly have no idea. Sherri, Lib and I went to the MFA afterwards and spent an enjoyable hour or two wandering the halls.