Hope everyone had a great holiday. Ours was low-key with lots of visits with friends and family. Alastair had a great time opening gifts, hanging with the fam. He definitely made out like a bandit with everything from a ride-on tractor to a monster truck play arena to the cast of the Backyardigans in stuffed animal form. Being a parent changes Christmas for you; the focus moves towards your child's happiness. So Little A had a great time; I had a great time. Granted I was still recovering from all the sickness that had been plaguing me.
New Year's was also pretty quiet. It was too freaking cold and my bladder still unpredictable to take in the Carytown fest. Adrian and I opted for the buffet at our favorite Indian restaurant, followed by taking in a fluff sci-fi flick, and a bit of bubbly before turning in for the evening.
I'm still a little disappointed that Christmas was kind of half-assed this year. No tree. No homemade, personal gifts. Yet we did get in two visits to the Botanical Gardens to see the awesome light display.
Since then, life has been pretty dull. I have thrice weekly visits to Cancerville Clinic to get tanked up on blood and platelets. (Keeping alive the survivors of the stupid zombie leukemia assault until help can arrive.) Adrian's started back to work which threw our little family into a bit of an upheaval. We had gotten used to having him available for Little A while I spent my time down at the clinic. Now we have a great couple from our church coming over to watch Little A. He is having a some difficulty adjusting to the change-a few weepy sessions at night and in the morning. But he's a tough nut, and I think he'll soon be rolling with the new arrangement.
I've recovered from my December maladies. Finally, my UTI has left the building and my system seems to have adjusted back to normal. My violent, consumptive cough is relegated to an annoying that pops up when I laugh too hard or when I go out into cold air. However, I have developed a persistent runny nose as of late.
Since I've gotten past the infection, my doc set up an appointment up at Johns Hopkins for me to have a consult and see if I'm an appropriate candidate for any of their clinical trials. I guess you could say it's like a medical audition. Though I'm not sure if it's a cold reading or I need to come prepared with comic and dramatic monologues. Anyway, that appointment is tomorrow morning. They want me there at 6:30 a.m. for blood work. Awesome, I know.
So here I am hanging out with my dad in a hotel in downtown Baltimore. We had a tasty tuna melt dinner at a pub around the corner. I'll be getting up at the ass crack of dawn to schlep up to the Metro station up the street. From there I'll be taking yet another medical adventure of unknown circumstances.
Wish me luck. Hopefully, I make it to call backs.