I hope that most of you are ok with me posting at this point. I just don't have the time or the energy to do this like I'd want. There are so many things to talk about that want to share with you, but I honestly feel like a jerk when I come here. I promised that I would post as much as I can, but either I'm working or just plain beat down.
Things here at the Delta House are fine. There were some bumps in the road early, but they have been smoothed out, I believe. Joey, Matt and Bill have been ok. They're never home, which means I get the place to myself at night for the most part, which means peace and quiet for me.
On the work front, I'm actually saving money now, which is good. I'm even planning on going on a vacation soon, which is much needed. I still can't stand Wet Willie's much and I love The Comic Box. It's the third job that kills me.
Dialysis is still a pain in the arm for me, but I continue to go if I want to live. I'm coming closer to having a fund set up for me, where folks can contribute funds towards my transplant. As soon as I have details, I promise to post it soon. I did, however, found out that I lost one of the only friends there today. Ms. Jeannette Young Loadholt was 64 when she passed on Monday. She was a lovely woman with a sense of humor, quick with a laugh and had a smile on her face when ever I saw her. She was also the only person who actually talked to me that wasn't a nurse. She made me feel better about going to the clinic three days a week and that you have to smile no matter what. So, for that, I have to say "Thank You", Ms. Loadholt. You were a wonderful person. I wish I had met you sooner.
Ok, I'm tired now. I'll keep in touch. Promise.
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