Meds, Messes, Vehicles and Vines.

When the good news starts, it just keeps going. I got a phone call this morning from the transplant unit. I get to halve my steroid dose (10 mgs SID down to 5 mgs SID) and my antirejection drug gets cut from 8 mgs BID down to 5 mgs BID. These are the two drugs that give me the most problems, and I have high hopes that my stomach will finally settle, my hands will stop setting off seismometers in California, and my brain will unaddle enough to let me do some serious work. I live in hopes.

I spent time straightening up after the messes I’ve been leaving about today. The downstairs is close to respectable now, though much of the debris that was causing landfill-itis to take over my living room has simply been hauled up to my computer room. The trick to cleaning up is getting everything that needs organizing, putting away, throwing out, or donating into the same area, and I’ve come close to accomplishing that.

I also called over to Wallymart today to get information about their exchange policy. Way back on May 25th (the day I got The Call) I’d gone shopping for summer items. All the clothes I had that fit were winter wear, and I anticipated needing something for the warmer months. I got a couple of tops and three maternity slacks, all on sale, for about $32. Then, about three hours later, I got the phone call that led to the operation that cured me of size extra-extra-large. Now I’m home, I can finally drive, and I’m stuck with a bag-full of clothes that could accomodate two of me. I was sure Walmart had a 30 day return policy, but I learned on the phone they have a 60 policy, so I can just get in under the wire! It feels strange to be so psyched about getting to return clothes, but it’s apparently just another reason for me to love life at the moment.

I got an email from a coworker today. She reports that I won’t be the only one at work with a Toyota hybrid vehicle when I finally return. She claims there’s a gold one parked out in the employee lot every day now. She further claims its color is gold. Gold wasn’t even an option for my Prius. Have I been outdone? Has some blaggard gone and purchased a 2004? Are the 2004’s even out yet? Not that I’d want a gold Prius, but how’d he get a Gold Prius? I have a pressing need manufacture a reason I need to stop by work, so I can park next to this social climber and let the world see what a superior Prius looks like next to his there’s-no-way-it-can-be-gold Prius. *grumble*

The first morning glory vines reached the top of the fence today. This was NOT supposed to happen. The package claimed they wouldn’t grow this tall. I’m not entirely sure what to do when they keep on trying to grow. At this point I’m just hoping the excess eventually flops over onto a less vine-covered slat and fills in some of the empty spots. The darned fence is too high for me to aid and abet though, so the vines are somehow going to have to figure out my desires on their own.