Just wanted to see that in print. I am, though. Horny, that is. Mike's arthritis is getting worse and since he can't afford a doctor, bleh. So, no sexy time for me!!
Life so far...? let's see...Mike we already covered. Alex's ADHD meds still haven't been adjusted, and his grades are suffering as a result. And although my Seroquel and the Lamictal are working well enough for me, things have still been hard, what with Mom's birthday & the anniversary of her death just a week later and all. Oh, yeah, and the no sex bit. And we lost another person at my dialysis center a few days ago. Her name was Yolanda and she was one of the sweetest people you'd ever want to meet, always smiling and laughing and seeing the good in things. If she was angry, you KNEW something was wrong. She was only 39. And she wasn't diabetic like me. I'm staring 35 in the face. I'm scared shitless. The tremors in my fingers are getting more pronounced and it's getting harder to type and do all the little things. And while the tremors in my legs have lessened, they've come back a bit in my jaw. That feels funny when I talk.
I wonder what the future holds for me. I've heard no more on the transplants. I'm not sure if I'll even be able to get both the pancreas and the kidney transplants. My uncle says he wants to be tested to see if he's a candidate for the kidney, but I think that it was one of those "I'll never have to do it so I'll be generous and offer" sort of offers. Besides, some of the shit(legal and not-so-much-so)that he's taking and is STILL taking, I wouldn't take a kidney from him if it assured me of riches and all the quality high-class ass I could drown myself in for the next 50 years.
If I have to sit through one more episode of Sailor Moon, in its original Japanese(with English subtitles, of course!), played at the top volume Mike's crappy laptop speakers can cheerfully belt out, I swear on all that's unholy that I'm going to string him upside down. From the ceiling fan. By his balls.
Grrrr...argh...
