02Apr26: domesticticity is exhausting..! Part 2

I’m still working through the mess on my table.

I worked out a slow but safe way to shower, which I took to wash away morning cobwebs. Knowing what I was coming back to … a washer load and the table… I made sure the warm, soothing, wetness pouring out of the hand shower continued for a very, very long, slow, and safe time! Luxury, thy name is Warm Water! But, it had to end. Ugh!

Yes, call in day for home grocery delivery. Don’t forget! I made my list. (Remember our president marveling over that new word, gro’-cer-ee. Gro-sir-ee’. Grow-sur’-ey. Never had to shop for ’em in his life, is my guess! Lucky duck!)

It’s call-in day for oxygen supplies, too. That’s been messed up since my dialysis days were switched. Delivery day landed on a dialysis day, and the rest is a nightmare!

It turns out Chris spends his day in Alliance taking care of our needs. Of course, dialysis on days is a very different animal than my old shift. It’s a catch-all of patients who require short sessions up to regular four hours ones.

You get put on a machine when it’s cleaned and ready after someone who might have had a short, medium, or long run starting whenever the machine was free.

Consequently, my sessions get done early or later. Telling Chris, the oxygen delivery guy, when to come by on Friday, then, is highly problematic. I think we will have to set up a telephone system to let each other know when to do deliveries, pick up empties, etc.

Getting Andy to lick up his taurine. He tends to lick the water and skip most of the food. Dissolving the taurine in the fluid on his wet food plate, I hope to improve his life by assuring him an established level of this vital kitty cat stuff, but without zapping in his wet food – I add it after – or having commercially baked kitty food sourcing a diminished level of taurine.

In the olden days, butchers gave people liver and other offal to feed your cats. Gave! Or they ate table scraps and supplemented their food with wild mousies, grasshoppers, and the like since they mostly lived outdoors.

Andy’s glad he’s just a kitty. He sees me fluttering around like a bee to flowers. “Slow but safe, Douglas!”

(Is my cat allowed to use that tone of voice on me? Hmmm. I must check it out on Google!)

=(^+^)=

I need a nap.

But…

…you can take lessons from your pets. Slow but safe. Safe but slowzzzzzz.

02Apr26:

Andy had early money snacks, then had a drink at his fountain.

After dialysis, I signed my tax papers, then gave thought to food. I continued to feel that fatigue wall crushing in early. I hope it shifts to later when my body adjusts to the daytime dialysis schedule.

Why? Look at my table! I was so exhausted, several different things ended up there, some should have been returned to the refrigerator. Some just needed to be rounded up to avoid losing them. Others were notices of appointment changes, including the notorious pulmonologist’s appointment that has been changed three times…once for being too late in the day for public transportation I’d use since I don’t drive at night (lots of deer crossing roads at night). Another was on a time and date suitable for my old dialysis schedule. Finally! One that works for my new di a lysis schedule. And more that I have to sort through after a halfway decec3bt night’s sleep where it happened – my chair, sleeping to the drone of the television news I didn’t stay awake to see. Oh, and nestled on my wheelchair a partially eaten pizza I settled on for food after dialysis yesterday.