My original post-infusion, post-latest lab test appointment date was supposed to be three days ago. It got rescheduled so that it would be a week later, so I have about five more days until I get to find out how my iron level is doing. I’m not looking forward to it. I’m sick of being sick. It would be nice if I could just kick this stupid anemia crap and have my pseudo-life back. Since the various anemia related issues don’t seem to be getting better, I have a feeling that that won’t be happening anytime soon. Bleh.
Mom gets her cast off on Monday. She’s planning on going to the hematologist with me. I won’t be surprised if she doesn’t feel like going. That’s generally how these things go.
Nana called this morning while I was asleep to tell my mom that my grandfather’s youngest (and only living) brother’s wife was admitted to the hospital today. She has Alzheimer’s disease. According to what I’ve heard, she has forgotten how to eat. She’s had the disease for a while now, and I guess it’s getting to the end stage. I feel bad for my mom’s first cousins, their kids, and for everyone in the family that had been close to her. Alzheimer’s is such a tragic disease.
Our stuff that was stored by the church during the period our house was condemned still has not managed to find its way home. My parents have called the man who has it stored. They’ve called the Bishop. My grandmother has called some members of the church near her. Everything we’ve tried hasn’t worked. I would really like to have my computer cables/cords back, as well as most of my clothes, and quite a bit of our furniture. It seems like it shouldn’t take this long to get our belongings back.
Christmas is so close, but it doesn’t really feel like Christmastime to me. It’s too warm–63°F (17°C) at 4:39 PM in December. We have no decorations up–we haven’t put any up for a few years now. We’re not going to any family member’s house this year because of the whole family drama thing and mom still not being allowed to walk. I don’t have the money to get my parents presents, so there are no gifts wrapped and put on various pieces of furniture. It’s just not really feeling Christmas-y.