“No thank you, I don’t think so.” ::Five seconds go by:: “I’ll get your laptop.” “But why? I don’t have much to say?” “About today. You have to blog about the day.” “I’ll try, Master.” I didn’t want to go to the hospital today. I panic every time I go to the hospital, mainly because […]
Read MoreWe drove out of Massachusetts and Master Pravus told me we were in Connecticut. Then he told me we were in New York. “We’re doing it?” “We’re doing it,” he told me. I couldn’t even believe it was happening. I mean. How were we there? Two states away in another place seeking the help of […]
Read MoreThe antithesis of BePICCed. Here I am with Griswold making the long journey into the hospital for my dePICCing. I hadn’t gotten a single wink of sleep the night before. Not a one. I really do not like going to the hospital. It’s hard for me, and it’s harder if I have no idea what […]
Read MoreWhat I said on New Year’s Eve at the end of last year was: “What I’m hoping for in 2024, is really, really the opposite of this year. I know the beginning of the year isn’t going to be enjoyable for me because I’ll need to recover from this port infection and deal with the […]
Read MoreI’m supposed to have my PICC Line out today, but I’m not. Master Pravus was getting ready to access me and he didn’t like how it was looking. “Kitty, we gotta hold them off again.” “What? Noo. But. I need my arm back!” And he had a lot of good reasons: port red. Port rashy. […]
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