As I sit here waiting for time to pass to head downstairs for my ride to arrive for dialysis, today is another dialysis day, the second treatment of the week. Jackie went grocery shopping for me today, spending $50 worth on the cat kiddos! Oh, my goodness gracious, my cats are very spoiled! LOL! I love them that much and believe Millie is more spoiled than my Magic at this point. She gets a egg yolk every breakfast in the morning and gets a bite of my ‘I can give cat a treat’ from my snack collection most of the time. Not my jalapeño Cheetos though because they are too spicy for my kitty cat Millie. Yeah, spoiled indeed, lol. That is my babies!
I have been watching Midsomer Murders on Roku Live lately. A fun mystery in England. Yes, I would have been honored meeting Queen Elizabeth if she was alive. Birds of Prey, season 6, Episode 5 is on until 10:22 AM and my ride comes at 10:50 AM to take me to dialysis this morning because my machine time is from 11:45 AM to 2:30 PM for two hours and forty-five minutes cleaning my blood. It’s the way it goes for now after almost six years of dialyzing at Mercy Dialysis Center. The clinic has moved to the hospital as of July 2023 and this now the Miss Michael Barry building on the 3rd floor above the cancer treatment center. I see a lot of people coming and going from the cancer treatment center a lot now that I go to dialysis on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. The numbers are quite a few. I feel bad for those who have cancer because, to be very honest, I have had friends and neighbors deal with cancer. It’s is sad in my book of life. I had a dear friend, a couple of them anyway, succumb to cancer in my lifetime, and a dear friend of mine was my physical therapist when I was a child, and she would come to school and work with me and my grade school and middle school colleague Michael Draegner who had only two fingers and thumbs on each had hand, and his arms where malformed. How he got around amazed me through the years as a child with my own disability being cerebral palsy, and I had respect for Mike. What a nice guy he was most of the time. But throughout the years, not graduating from school with my class of 1989, he graduated in the 90’s. He didn’t care about school much when he reached high school apparently. His mother said something to me when we connected at Blackhawk Technical College—BTC—in the beginning of 1990 where she worked as a secretary for a long time—now retired and not sure of she is still alive. She remembered me from grade school with her son, Michael…
With time going past normally, I have to admit it feels like it is going by slowly as the tick tock of the seconds going tick, tick, tick, tick loudly in a movie of a student looking the clock on the wall above the classroom door. Then the bell rings and all the students scrape their chair desks on the floor and flee out lv the classroom one to two or three at a time into the hallway where you can hear the students opening their lockers with happiness that school’s out for the week or summer now. That is my life as we speak at the moment. Do you understand? Maybe…maybe not, but we will see.