I talked to the doctor today. Opie's throid function is off, but his T4 is a 3.8 (any medical types out there -- feel free to translate this info) which is (I gather) elevated, but not off the charts. And because the medicine apparently will mess with his kidneys (which have actually improved slightly; apparently his creatinine number was a ( Read more... )

Last night I had a dream that I was eating Gayle's stomach. I had been with her earlier and had seen her eat breakfast. A man told me that the front of the stomach was the best part and, as he peeled it open, I saw the rinds of the grapefruit I'd watched her eat for breakfast ( Read more... )

There's a tiny little ray of optimism inside of me. You see, everything starts in October.

I think n0thingman is the only person who really understands this, although I've talked with pghwob about it some. I don't know that I could really explain it if I tried, so you'll simply have to take it on faith: everything starts in October ( Read more... )

Well, it's come. The news that I didn't want to get. Opie's in the early stages of kidney failure. And my first instinct -- of course -- was "I want a cigarette," but I sublimated that with a root beer instead.

For those of you who remember (and probably no one but bishopjoey does), my cat Stoney died of kidney failure. And it was awful. By the end, she ( Read more... )

It's late and I should be sleeping (and I suspect I will be soon), but I had a few last lingering thoughts I wanted to share ( Read more... )

Last night I read the next journal. While journal #1 was pretty much 1995 (or 1994 - 1995), journal #2 covers 1995 - 1999, a four year time span with huge gaps missing. It's an unpleasant read. It starts on an up note -- Daryk and I were still together, in love, happy -- and then goes through a monumental pile of crap -- the breakup, my ( Read more... )