Yup...it's now been two years, minus nine days, since I had that big nephrectomy.
That's two years minus seven days more than I thought I'd live with no kidneys.
I thought I was supposed to have gotten a transplant by now...then again, maybe somebody knows that I'm a lost cause.
I've come close to dying more than once since then...and I wonder why I didn't let myself go the rest of the way (toward dying, that is). Maybe, because, someone wants me here...but, who, and why??????
When you need a machine every night to keep you alive and relatively healthy, you start questioning...excuse me for going through that, and thank you for understanding.
Ta-ta now!
I'd hate to say the wrong thing on my own blog, so I'll shuffle on outta here before I stick my hoof in my mouth.
(poofenpfeffah)
