Weekends were made for ...

No one said it would be easy
But no one said it’d be this hard – Sheryl Crow

Most people look forward to Friday, even thank God for them. For the last two years I’ve dreaded the weekends. Healthwise, Renee does not know how to deal with weekends. The aches and pains and bugs and strains all are screaming TGIF as they turn Renee’s body into a party house. They’re just saying to her, “go ahead, try to find a doctor on duty now,” and laughing their pesty heads off. All of her major attacks and setbacks have happened on weekends.

Renee shuffled out to the front porch for a few minutes yesterday and chatted with a couple neighbors. It was obvious she wasn’t at her level best. It was one of those typical Kentucky summer days, hot & humid with an air quality alert. Healthy people have no business going outside in this weather. On top of her troubles related to surgery, Renee also has some major allergies. She is on a medication plan to combat these but she hasn’t been to the allergist in a while due to her condition. She experienced some shortness of breath and immediately went into panic mode. Geez woman, a marathon runner needs a respirator out here, get your butt back inside!

On top of this her nausea returned Saturday, after the visiting nurse left, of course. Her appetite still has not returned and she’s still just generally feeling ill. Now if Renee was a skier she’d be in good shape. She can work the downhill. Problem is she’s got an uphill battle. I made her call the Cleveland Clinic today to speak to the doctor. No one answered the phone so she had to leave a message. By close of business there still was no return call. Nurse Huffnpuff did call, she’s also scheduled for a visit tomorrow, but she advised that if there is no improvement to get Renee to the emergency room to hook her up to fluids to make sure she doesn’t dehydrate.

Another weekend has knocked Renee down to the mat. This is not the kind of hangover to wish on anyone. I’m pretty sure where I’ll be spending the day tomorrow. So pass me a drink, we don’t need both of us dehydrated.