Catching up to myself.

I think the rush of appointments and tests is finally nearly done with. It’s a good thing, too. This entire process has made me far to self-absorbed for my own good. It’s time to resume just plain living again.

I did get a call today from the Transplant Coordinator at Big City Hospital confirming I had a place on the transplant waiting list. My MELD score is 22, which is somewhat higher than I anticipated being placed, and puts me squarely in the second highest category for the transplant waiting list. It also means that I need to be recertified every thirty days and have new lab values done every seven days, which is going to be a major pain.

I spoke to The Socialist over the weekend about getting married. I can see that this is going to be difficult to pull together, since he’s the kind of guy who hates making plans. I told him he’d have to at least decide whom he’d like to attend and where he wanted it to take place. I at least managed to wring it out of him that he wanted to get married in January, when he’d have off between semesters. That would make it after his birthday and the holidays, and before Valentine’s Day (he finds the idea of getting married in February distasteful because of Valentine’s Day). I can’t even pin him down as to which state he wants to get married in. He’s having a hard time grasping the fact that applying for the license and getting a JP to do the ceremony is going to take a month or so at a bare minimum. Anyhow, he finally got tired of me badgering him, and said we’d talk about it later. I’m finding this interesting, seeing as how he was the one who was pro-marriage, while I had maintained that I really couldn’t see ever getting married again.

My friend from vet school, Dr. Twenty-cats, came over to spend the day with me on Sunday. The Socialist said he still had three classes worth of tests to grade so he didn’t mind us going out mall ratting and leaving him behind. We hit a very large local mall that I hadn’t been to in a while, and my stamina was sorely tried. I’m simply not used to having to look for benches after being on my feet for half an hour. I ended up buying one item that I’m going to use as a Christmas present, and Dr. Twenty-cats didn’t buy anything. This is most unlike us; we have been known to have a true shop-till-you-drop mentality when we really get going. It’s just as well though, since neither of us could really afford to be dropping money on things that we didn’t really need. We didn’t do much to help the local economy though.

Meanwhile at work I have a fly problem in my office. The Dolt at the other end of the set of offices I’m in keeps opening her window and letting the damned things in. The flies refuse to cooperate and sit still while I attempt to end their miserable lives, and I’ve spend a good few wasted hours since I’ve returned to work chasing the damnable winged vermin around. Finally this morning I managed to nail two in one blow. Granted, those two flies were definitely at a disadvantage at the time I obliterated them, but my current sympathies are such that I really didn’t feel badly at being the instrument of such a violent coitus interruptus. It served the little buggers right.

Finally, although many of you will be only to happy to tell me that you really didn’t need to know this, I’ve discovered that those remote key mechanisms for your car are quite waterproof. They can handle being being completely submerged in water, and still work like a charm afterwards. How do I know? Consider it a worst cast scenario, and use your imagination. Next time I’m taking my jacket off and hanging it on the door first, so that the pockets don’t have the opportunity to disgorge their contents at an inappropriate moment.