It's Been Longer Than I Realized!

So much has been happening over the past months and weeks I totally lost track of how much time had passed since my last blog entry. Of course, losing the internet connection yet again did not exactly encourage me in my efforts to keep track, but we now seem to be back on line with some certainty of remaining there for the moment, so I thought I would go ahead and blog for a few minutes.

On February 7th, my boyfriend got to come home!!! The last time he was at home was last May or June some time, and I was a little apprehensive that it would seem odd, after all of this time, to have him back in the house. Nothing of the sort! In both good ways and not-so-good ways (grrrr!), he is back home and it really feels pretty normal despite the concerns about the new, and permanent, health issues following his liver transplant. Bootsie punished him for about a day and a half before climbing up on his lap to be petted and purr like he had almost forgotten how. It was funny and touching to see the cats each greet him when he sat down in the living room for the first time, after everything had quieted down that afternoon.
I am not picking on him too much because I think some of what is a little aggravating is just him stretching his wings back home after having been in the hospital for such a long time. It must feel pretty good to get to choose what you want to eat, instead of just what happens to be available that day on the menu, etc. He is also regaining a tremendous amount of personal space and privacy that are simply not possible when you're in the hospital, as well.

I, on the other hand... (think in terms of picking up after a very big, very happy, very messy kid).

My hopes for the house project being completely done before he came home were dashed by the reality of the situation. There is still just too much to get done to have everything fall into place yet, but things are getting there and help does seem to keep arriving from unanticipated directions that keeps things moving forward.

Recently there was the (remote) possibility that I might have gotten to be on a reality-type show about people with hoarding issues - not the more spectacular ones, but a new show that is supposed to be a little more clinical (?) in its approach - but it turns out they really want someone they can start pretty much at the beginning with, and I am actually much further along than they are interested in documenting. Oh well, I guess my fifteen minutes of fame will have to take place elsewhere and on some other level. Maybe it was because I told them we would have to get a different color of mold for the basement since the black, icky stuff we found several days ago doesn't bring out the color of my eyes at all! Sigh!

My absolutely gorgeous niece is participating in some sort of talent/beauty/dazzling white teeth pagent this weekend, but I ended up not feeling well enough to attend, which stinks. I figure if she complains about my not being there I'll just lay it on thick about my throat being all phlegmy and gross and at least she didn't have to hear me gargle out "There's my niece!" to the entire audience! It really was a little more serious than that though. Over the past four weeks I developed pneumonia, started to recover from that then developed a really miserable sore throat while on the antibiotics for the pneumonia, and found out I had mono! My initial reaction was, "How did I get mono at my age? I haven't been making out with teenagers!" That one made the doctor chuckle and I ended up learning a lot more about mono than I ever wanted to know. My throat is finally feeling better, but only just, and I am spending quite a bit of time trying not to "spread the joy," so to speak.

I really should sign off now and get some rest. I've ended up keeping some very odd hours lately, but things should become more normal now my Pookie Bear is home! (That is what I call him when he complains about my other pet names for him. It reminds him that things could be worse - perhaps something we all should keep in mind when facing life's onslaughts.)

Blessings and peace,
Izzlebug