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.
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