Spring Cleaning

I'm kind of laying low today. I'm going to be gone the whole weekend next week, so I figure I better rest up now.  I have spent most of the morning cleaning.  The kitchen was a mess, and the living room needed to be de-cluttered and a good vacuuming.  Why is it that my husband can be home all day during the week and not accomplish these things?  Never mind-don't answer that.  I don't even have the energy to get into a discussion about why husbands do(or don't do) things.  The truth is I haven't been feeling all that great.  I began noticing it about a month ago.  A constant, dull headache.  Sore throat that comes and goes without rhyme nor reason, and never develops into anything more.  Body aches.  Feeling very tired, even though I got enough rest the night before.  It's funny how it takes my brain awhile to catch on to what my body is telling me.  At first it's just a nagging worry in the back of my mind.  Haven't I felt this before?  Why are these symptoms so familiar?  And then it hits me.  This is exactly the way I felt for over a year before they diagnosed the kidney disease.  Before I took the  evil Prednisone, which put the disease into remission.  Before the doctor's visit at which my nephrologist told me it was "amazing" how well my body was responding to the evil Prednisone and how "lucky I was that the remission was lasting so long"(15 months now).    For most people it only lasts a short three-six months.   Crap.  I knew this was a possibility.  I know the odds.  I was lucky.  I got relief for fifteen months.  Most people can't say that.  But it still sucks.  I don't even want to get into the repercussions of this right now. I don't even know for sure if it's back.  I don't do another 24 hour urine test or see the doctor again until mid April.  Until then I must find a way not to worry about it. Worrying won't change the outcome.  So for now I just take care of myself.  Get enough rest, keep exercising, try to eat right.  (Why is that one so hard for me?)  And live my life.  That's about all I can do.  Well, that and pray.  Lots of praying.

Oh and guess who  my husband got to ring up at his part time job last night?  Mark McGuire

No kidding!  And do you know what I said when he told me that?  "Really?  The front man from Sugar Ray?"  (I used to love them. What happened to them?)   He replied "No doofus. Not Mark McGrath.  Mark McGuire. The baseball player".  (Doofus is a term of endearment in our house).    But he didn't ask for his autograph or anything, because he's too cool for that.  But I did ask him what he bought.   He had two little boys with him and he bought a bunch of Transformers books.  My husband said only a woman would have asked what he bought.  Whatever. Inquiring minds want to know!