if it’s not one thing it’s twelve others

I’m having yet another medical mystery, and I haven’t written about it because quite honestly I didn’t know enough to really say much. But now, well, I still don’t feel like I know a damn thing but at least I know there will be tests. Many tests.

Something is now allegedly wrong with my kidneys, though the nice young doctor I saw yesterday has very little clue as to what. So now I get to pee into a bottle, for a whole delightful day. I get to have more blood drawn. And I get to have an ultrasound. I am so fucking delighted. Oh, and I get to take and track my blood pressure for two weeks.

For what it’s worth, I feel FINE.

Anyway, yesterday kinda sucked. But it was a special day. Lancelot and I have been officially married for two whole months. And so, late in the afternoon, my doorbell rang…

It has Stargazer lilies, purple roses, dendrobium orchids, and purple hydrangeas. It’s beautiful and perfect and insanely romantic. I love it. That bastard made me cry, and the worst part of that was he was already asleep. They’re making my office smell fantastic.

And then this morning I ordered yarn for a new shawl, because you know, I don’t have any yarn in this house.

The good news, because we can’t end this without a silver lining, is that this morning I was able to kick myself in the ass enough to get all of the laundry folded and put away and the kitchen properly cleaned up. Awesome-sauce.