Big numbers

Big numbers. Well, that was what was supposed to happen. The good news is that the slope is going up. The bad news is that it is not very fast. It is still in the drive yourself to the hospital in the middle of the night range. Of course, we managed to slide through September and October so that is positive. Now, November proves to be more challenging. It has been said that this just isn't my time of year. I am more of a sunshine, swim in the outdoor pool, kind of girl. Someone asked if there was anything specific to pray for on my behalf. Big numbers, more air, cooperating germs, any of those things are good.

Last week, one of my friends had a really not very fun test and told me that it made her think of me. I was hoping that she wasn't implying that I am not very fun. She explained that she drove herself to the test and thought how often I wait to be poked and proded by myself. It is funny because I don't really think about that very often besides on picc line day. I am not a fan of picc line day.

Picc line day is like waiting for something to go in your body when you know your body well enough to know that it is not going to be easy. You have no idea how long it will be with you, if by the grace of God, your veins cooperate. Of course, everyone gives a "short" estimate, three weeks, hopefully. It never turns out to be three weeks. It isn't really about the picc line itself or the trouble washing your own hair or doing dishes or lifting a hot casserole out of the oven. It isn't about the end of your workout routine or the hiatus from yoga class. It is really the waiting and wondering what will happen if it doesn't work. When it goes on for months instead of weeks, you can't help but wonder.

So, we have the numbers today. Tomorrow, we will decide what to do about them. After that, I might make some birthday plans but I don't want to get ahead of myself. Plans aren't really in the cards right now. The plan is to take care of myself. After my post about my schedule, I had a lot of good questions and a lot of offers. A few people offered to help take care of my daughter but the truth of the matter is she is the fun one who keeps me sane. She is also a great distraction on PFT day. She uses all of the energy that isn't spent on maintaining me but I am okay with that. Today, she told me she would miss me when she went to college. She claims she likes me so much that she just can't help herself. She might exaggerate a little bit.

Lately, I have also had a lot of fun invitations. One was to the craft fair, another for a birthday party, one for a church retreat, and another for a weekend at the water park. The problem is that my family made a commitment to take my daughter to Chinese school on Saturday. A few people have suggested we could just skip a week. We did miss the first week on vacation. I figured we knew the basics so it would be okay. I still don't know how to say Xiaopengyyou hao! I think it might not seem important but it is important to us right now as we try to figure out where our daughter will go to school next year. I can't fill her in on what she missed or pick up the homework for her. I tried to learn Chinese later in life and know that nothing about it comes naturally. I spent two semesters in class and still got the wrong food when I orered dinner in China. My language skills could just be my age starting to show.

Blessings,

Cindy