Pizza!

Yes! I got the paracentesis rescheduled for Monday, 10:00. I suspect I’ll be a bit miserable this weekend, but at least I won’t be mistaken for escaped hippopatamus when I arrive at the hospital next week for my appointment. I’ll be glad to get this taken care of. I just wish the results were more permanent.

Last night I cheated in a major big way with the diet. I was feeling bloated and miserable anyhow, and there was nothing to eat in the house. It was far too cold to go out grocery shopping, so I called out for pizza with onion, garlic and peppers. I was going to hold myself to two pieces, but it was too good … I had to have a third piece. I imagine I’ll be chewing myself out for this Sunday night, when I’ll be good and ready to get the fluid drained, but at least I now remember what real food tastes like. I really hope that I won’t have to continue the sodium-restricted diet once I get my new liver.

I’ve gotten several very kind emails from people regarding my entry from the other day. I’ve thanked many of you by email, and plan to get back to the rest of you as well, when I get a few moments.

I had gotten special holiday collars for the Kitten and the O’Beast this Christmas, and replaced their regular collars with the more festive ones for the season. I kept the O’Beast’s collar on my computer desk, from which it disappeared about two weeks ago. I needn’t tell you who the main suspect in the theft was. I was afraid I’d never find it again, when The Socialist discovered it next to the floor vent last night. The O’Beast is now properly attired with his every-day collar, rabies and ID tag prominently displayed and warning bell dangling at his neck. (The Socialist says the O’Beast also needs a large vehicle back-up beeper, but we won’t go there.)

The Socialist has actually been pretty incredible this past week. My stamina is getting pretty bad now, and even grocery shopping flattens me. He’s been doing some spot shopping, as well as vacuuming and some laundry. We’ve both been spending a lot less time on the computers, and more time with each other in the evening. In fact, I’m looking forward to some quality curl-up time with him on the sofa when I get home tonight.

I’m thinking of taking before and after shots of my hair. I can’t believe how bad it looks at the moment. I have to wear a hard-hat to go into certain areas of my workplace, and I now apparently have permanent “helmet head” that has my frizz going every direction but the correct one. If I can manage to do a couple of good “Wilson” style shots (as in Wilson of “Home Improvement”) I might even post them.

Meanwhile, the Muses have struck again. If this keeps up, the next thing the Muses are going to strike is me … across the face!

I can’t make up my mind if I want to do “Moon Liver” or “Ol’ Man Liver” next.