Thanks to everyone in The Network, the saftey-net-hive-mind that, for some reason, conspires to keep me alive and well. Had this been an actual emergency, it’s comforting to know you are out there. Special thanks to Jay, who trucked out to help return my kitchen to a state which does not resemble a scene from…
So, as I am making dinner, I feel a little damp. I look down and note that my bandage from dialysis has come loose… and I am pumping a spray of vitae all over my kitchen. Not enough to worry about, but more than enough to make my kitchen look like a crime scene. Crap-…
So, I did a little research. Florida has the shortest waiting list in the country,roughly two years, and is not impossibly far. Nicole is down there, which MIGHT be able to help with being accompanied. So, I’m starting to look into the various complications and needs. It’s a longshot, a lot of work, travel and…
The Swamp Witch is on her way- checking in on her extended family then making her way back to her Florida home. She was heartbroken that she was not allowed to donate me the kidney- it hit her far harder than it did me, in fact. It was a good feeling to have her around…
“Bow to Mahakali if you see a vulture, a she-jackal, a raven, an osprey, a hawk, a crow or a black cat, saying: ‘O Origin of all, greatly terrifying one, with dishevelled hair, fond of flesh offering, charming one of Kulachara, I bow to you, Shankara’s beloved! ‘ “ “O Mother, even a dullard becomes…
My life is full of gifts. “Lady I once knew told me a friend is someone who knew your own personal song and is there to sing it for you when you forget it.” Thank you.
Now my troubled TV has given up the ghost. Mother Fucker. Feh.
OK, motherfuckers. Let’s do this.
Nicole has been rejected; they will not let her donate her kidney. It’s over.
it’s been a good couple of days, despite my lack of sleep. I was able to spend time with my oldest friend, and then today Soulhuntre and Kimiko came to visit and help out; Soul and I grooved on Tarantino’s Death Proof, which is hilarious (feet, feet, feet). Later, Girlfriday79 and Irishlass came to hang…
But at least they are turning again. The Swamp Witch and her plump, tasty kidneys are due here on the 23rd, her first appointment on the 25th. Now comes the nerve wracking process of clearing her… one bad test result, and this is all smoke. So- I have more time to do and more risks…
I had a good day, and thanks to my brothers, am going to bed happy. Thanks also to Sweetcandymike, who continues to win my respect. And to the jackass sitting next to me during the meeting, for reminding me how badly some people need to be removed from society and set adrift on the jackass…
I am now listed on the nationwide “Gimme your fuckin’ kidney” network, which will allow Rogosin to go ahead and begin testing my donor. Hurry the fuck up, please.
: Cue music from “Brazil”:So, nothing happened. I jumped through the hoops, I juggled the chainsaws, gave blood, got irradiated, EKG, EEG, PDQ, yadda yadda yadda… Nothing. My co-ordinator who handles my donor never received notice that I passed my tests; even though I already had. So… nothing can happen. No scheduling, Nicole can’t come…
I’m tired. I’m tired of this body and it’s increasing uselesness. I’m tired of hurting. I’m tired of being tired, all the time. I’m tired of what depression and isolation are doing to me to make everything worse, everything harder. I’m tired of the brave face. I don’t think I can even keep being Parlimentarian…