As my day continued, can’t argue how my day started and is now about to end. I have so much to say, but time is late. Sometimes I wish we had time in a day, but God has made what time we have today the way we see time. I will get to writing more soon.
It has been a few days since I last wrote in my diary. I haven’t had a lot to report actually. Ever since May, I have been quarantined to my home, the dialysis center, and picking up groceries because of the Coronavirus. Being socially distant is not a problem in my life. I do not go on Facebook like I used to because it has become too political lately. I, with a compromised immune system, wear a mask when I come and go from my apartment. For those who do not wear masks, it’s a choice they make. We have the right to choose what we do to keep ourselves healthy. The virus is still spiking here in Wisconsin, and I am doing EVERYTHING I can to prevent myself getting sick. I CHOOSE to wear a mask as well as HAVE TO wear a mask out in public.
My week did go better than I had hoped it would. It was practically perfect! I have to thank God for that, and I do praise him for a good week. Now that my weekend has begun, I can concentrate on what needs to be done before DKF comes back Monday morning. One of the things I have to do is work on my end table by my corner chair. It is a little undesirable, and I have put it off for days now telling DKF I will get to it this weekend. I saw DKF this morning but will not see here until Monday morning, July 13, 2020. She had an errand to run with her daughter today, so her husband SF picked me up from dialysis this afternoon.
Now that my day is drawing to a close, I am going to get going and get back some time tomorrow – if I can. I have no major plans.
The tension in the catheter began once again. I was sent home without treatment and was asked to go in on Monday after my appointment was over at the hospital. I get my arms mapped again for a fistula/graft placement Monday at 8 AM or so. Upon being sent home early, I still had to wait for DKF at the clinic to pick me up between 12:30 and 1 PM because she was working for another client, and her husband SF was unable to help me. After getting home, I did not feel like celebrating America’s birthday either. I was in need to get myself calm again. I watch 3ABN until I was ready to go to bed. Now, it’s time for me to say good night. Please forgive me for not being in the mood for the past couple of days. I will celebrate my birthday another day. I am still happy I am fifty years old now.