Bibliomama

I feel I should hasten to add that I did not have a fever in Hamilton. I got meds on board for the UTI quickly, and I did manage to sit through two plays and only pee at intermission, so I was thankful for that. The fever thing started after we got back. I have stupid tiny airways, which makes everything worse and longer-lasting.  On Saturday Matt and Eve went to the first of three apartment-viewing appointments she had booked, while I got some antibiotics for my UTI. We had a chill afternoon after our busy day Friday, and then we went to hang out with Matt's brother and his wife and our niece (Lydia) and nephew (Mitchell), which is always a good time. The kids were very into the hockey playoffs. Jeremy said every morning they would ask 1) did the Oilers win 2) did Connor McDavid score and 3) did a Jewish player score (my SIL is Jewish). Lydia supplied that the two Jewish players on the Edmonton Oilers are Jake Walman and Zach Hyman, but Zach Hyman now had a broken wrist, so he was...

I feel like I've lived many lifetimes since my last blog post. First, my dad is doing much better. His knee is a little sore still, but he's getting around as well as he was before (which is not great, but we'll take it). He came over this morning for his every-six-months nephrology appointment which was over Zoom today, thank fuck. He has idiopathic kidney disease, and has seen this doctor every six months for the last five years. Every year the doctor says much the same thing - kidney function is low but not dialysis-low, your kidneys will probably continue to be okay unless you get hit by a bus, in which case they will not do okay but many other things also would not. His last bloodwork actually showed a slight improvement in kidney function, so he doesn't have to see the doctor for a year. I like the nephrologist - he is genial and funny and watched Cougar Town. I especially like that there is no dialysis in our near future. Last Thursday we headed to Hamilton for a...

I sat down to blog yesterday and did multiple other things and didn't end up blogging.  I wrote this three days ago. It happened two more times.  Now it is Friday. Things are a bit weird. My dad fell last week trying to carry some rhubarb into the house - managed the steps up to the deck fine but stumbled getting in the sliding door. He banged up his shins and twisted one knee pretty badly and the next morning couldn't get out of bed. It was my long day at work, but thank living god Matt is in the country, so he went over and spent the day and helped my dad get upright and then went and got a two-wheel walker and some bathroom accessories. So then he could get up and get to the bathroom, but was stuck upstairs, which is less than ideal. Sunday we went over for dinner (Matt was going to barbecue), and we were unsure if we should take dinner upstairs or if Matt should try to help him down the stairs. While we were still debating this, my dad scared the crap out of us by jokingly...