I got some more transplant reading material. It’s a lot of information. I thumb through it because the reality is there’s a lot of damn info, and sometimes my brain can not process. I get stuck and can’t pass Go and collect $200 – I stay in jail. Talked to A today about being pet parents. Her cat doesn’t recognize his own tail as his own and attacks it. My dog blame shifts. Y farted and woke himself up and then looked over at me like I wrong his stinky butt. I didn’t bro, that’s you. That’s your own smell. That’s what it has come to now for me. I talk to the doggo. My day to day activities are limited to doggo, laundry and dishes as the vacuum is still a bit too difficult for me to coordinate with my left hand and forget about mopping. I will spray bleach in the toilet and put things away, but definitely not scrubbing toilets anymore. Toilet bowl goop and I are BFFs.
The rash under my picc dressing is becoming irritated and itchy as all hell. I have itched through the dressing and exposed the area under the tegaderm so I will need to head to the clinic to see if I can get this fixed in the morning. I was hoping to be in PJs today…any day I don’t have to put real clothing on is kinda nice. Not sleeping through the night now. Great. Dr C wants the picc out. Dr P wants it left in. What the actual….f*ck. I’m seeing Dr C now weekly for a blood and follow up zoom chat.
Battle Hymns of a Hot Mess Mom 
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