It is 7 AM, and I am waiting for DH to arrive at 7:45 AM or 8 AM. I messaged JP last night and did not hear from her. I find that rude. Maybe I should not respond to her messages for several hours, but I am not that kind of person.
Ok, call it a fluke or anything you like if you want, but this morning, as early as it is, I have come across a font on Microsoft Word I like. It is called Modern Love. I like it a lot. I cannot say I love it—yet, anyway. It has cursive in it as well as handwriting, and I find that incredible. That is how I write today if I use pen and paper. With CP, my handwriting changes with every stroke, sometimes making it illegible. Even to me, it is annoying, LOL.
Sometimes, like right now, I want to scream and cry. I want to run away and hide from certain people because my words will be unpleasant. I have therapy and dialysis today. I do not want to go to therapy today, but I get a break from it on Monday because it is a federal holiday we call Labor Day. That is fine and good. Therapy is moving along, and dialysis has its ups and downs too. I hope I will be calm enough that my catheter will work well during treatment today. When I get upset, anxious, or down in the dumps too far, my catheter does not work too well—frustration to the max happens for the techs, nurses, and me. Sometimes, I do not know what to think because I am confused or too tired to care, and I am GLAD I do not sit near the nurse's station anymore because there is daily drama.