I'm sort of bored

After all the drama of the last few months, some valid and some self created, I am sort of bored with this whole process right about now.

One can only let their whole day be ruined by medical equipment and non matching furniture for so many days before it gets old.

I don't get to create fun scenarios in my head where I get to tell off a social worker because no one is coming to check on us anymore. I don't have to drive all the way to the dialysis clinic where at least I got some good stories for the blog.  The annual dialysis patient appreciation dinner is 11.5 months away.  

I have nothing to research.  Nothing to read.  Nothing to learn.  Sort of because we learned enough to last a life time in about 3 weeks and sort of because I made a big dramatic announcement about refusing to learn anything else so I'm sort of stuck with that.  I don't want to be a take backer you know.

I did go to the grocery store with Jack and sure enough we were in the express line behind a huge rule violator.  A tear of pride developed in my eye when Jack gave me a knowing look.  Just because you buy 5 packages of the same item, like paper plates for example, does not mean that they equal 1 collective item.  5 packages is 5 items people.  Jack and I quietly agreed on my math skills.

Nothing.  I have nothing else.  I need to venture out into the world so I have something to write about.  Like the lady who came to the 14 year olds baseball game dressed for one of those 70's disco clubs with poles on the stages.  I could write about her for days.

Erik is doing great.  The overnight dialysis was the best decision for me him.  I still can't figure out why someone would choose to have daytime dialysis or in-clinic dialysis.  No thanks.

So far it just really hasn't been that disruptive.  Of course I'm not the one with a tube sticking out of my abdomen who has to set it all up and take it all apart every morning and every night.  Plus he gets to say things like "Are you making Jack breakfast because I can't get up yet" and "do you hear the dog barking to go out at 6 a.m. because I can't reach downstairs with my tube."  Not a bad gig in my opinion.

He feels good.  He looks good.  And his wife has stopped learning new things to discuss.  It could be worse for sure.

In all seriousness it's really just not that bad.  The crazy part is done I think, or at least on hold.  

I'm even venturing out of state for work for a night.  Stephanie is spending the night with the boys as my back up.  If it's going to be this boring around the house I really have no choice but to engage with the general population to gather up some funny stories.  Don't worry, if I write about you I won't use your real name.