Ksmiley/LittleKrissi
My Garden Court Journal

I got some sleep but woke up several times during the night crying out I want Togo home and I am already home in bed. I must have been having a bad dream or something. My muscles feel achy and sore, not because I am sick with something. They are stiff and sore from being in one position for too long I imagine. I just want to run to the bathroom and get back to bed for the day. I am not in the mood to transfer to my recliner today. That is okay, right? I have to go to dialysis tomorrow at 11:05 AM anyway. I do not have my two day weekend this weekend. Phooey! There goes my routine as it is being changed slightly this week. This coming week I will be going to dialysis on Sunday (tomorrow) and Tuesday, and Friday. The clinic wants their patients to be dialyzed three times a week. I get it, as well as understand, that everyone needs a holiday, a day off to celebrate the holiday with family, too. The change in my routine throws me off balance physically and mentally though. I do not like immediate change. I prefer giving time to deal with the change, but that does not always happen or can be avoided. I am one person who dislikes, hates with a passion, miss appointments if they are important, and dialysis is important to have three times a week. Well, anyway, DH was here for a couple of hours this morning making sure I got to the bathroom, changed my underwear, and changed my pajamas, and get me back to bed. She made me an egg sandwich, bread and butter pickles, and made me another fried egg with toast with cream cheese. JP got here between 11:30 AM and 12:00 PM to get some things done. She went to Menards to get me a new humidifier since my old one has seen better days in the last five years. She will be back in a few minutes.