Short and Simple (like me)

So they’re calling for snow this weekend. I hate to take it seriously, but this time all the forecasters seem to be coming to some sort of consensus about it. After yesterday’s heinous ride to work (which I neglected to get into because the matter of my broken candleholder seemed much more interesting) I believe I’m just about maxed out on snow for this season.

I got a reply from my friend who’s doing the internship down in North Carolina. It sounds like the Ratmeister is doing well. She lost one of her cats to lympho soon after she moved down there, but now has a new kitten (a rescue that had been in an accident and brought in to be euthanized). She rather took me off guard – she offered half her liver. I should know better than to be surprised at her generosity. I’ve been lucky to be surrounded by good people who are both generous and caring. But every time something like that happens, I get to take a good look at my friends again with fresh eyes. If you can judge a person by their friends, then I come out looking pretty damned good.

As if to make amends last night, The Kitten came into the bedroom shortly after I retired, wormed her way under the covers, and fell asleep behind the bend of my legs. She stayed there quite a while (how is it that cats don’t sufficate when they do this?). There are few things quite as calming as a sleeping cat pressed against the back of your legs.

I’m still waiting for my new MELD score, based on last week’s bloodwork. At a guess it won’t have changed. My doctor has increased my coumadin by .5 mgs a day, which should have an impact on the next score. Of course, he doubled my dose for the last set of bloodwork, and that apparently didn’t turn the trick. I also think that I’m supposed to be going downtown to the Big City Hospital for a follow-up set of exams in the near future. I’ll check that out with the liver transplant coordinator when she calls to give me my MELD score.

And finally, a poor but blessedly short and simple parady: