Still a 15!

Can you spell P-A-N-I-C?  Apparently, Mom and I spell it the same way.  Early morning phone calls from the transplant center in Milwaukee.  Why are they calling?  Is it a liver?  What do they need?  What’s going on?  Why isn’t my regular doctor calling?  Is something wrong when I thought I was ok?  Calm down.  Just answer the phone.  Oh, I just need to do labs to update my MELD score with them.  Whew!  That’s a relief.  Hopefully just a quick needle poke, and not the 40 vials again.  I’d need a nap after that!

It is cold in South Dakota!  I was sitting on the sofa last night shaking (which again causes mom to panic).  I was just so cold that I needed to go to bed and roast under all of my blankies.  I did—starting at 9 PM.  Got up a few times during the night, but right back to sleep.  Finally got up at 6:50.  Showered, made a bowl of chicken salad for my yummy wheat pitas, ate my breakfast, and scrambled to work.  It isn’t so cold that things in the car freeze yet, so I’m storing the bottled water for work in my trunk.  Nice and chilly to drink.

Time to sort digital documents again—thank goodness my glasses finally came.  And they aren’t bad for free.  The lab kept goofing up and it was taking longer and longer.  Got my money refunded.  Another week passed.  Got a $20 Wal-Mart gift card on top.  Free, plus $20 to spend.  Can’t beat that!

Didn't even have to go in for labs--they said those done last week were sufficient, and my MELD is still a 15.  That's a good day.  More than a year with no change (longer than a day anyway).  Treating myself to a cherry squeezee (any Simpson's fans know about the squeezee).