Slap Me!

I'm having one of those days...a day when you just want to sit alone in a dark room and watch bad TV, while sipping on milk and dunking Oreos. Poor, poor me...wha, wha, wha....

Ultrasounds were performed on my arms yesterday, in hopes that we find a vein plump enough to use in creating a fistula. I really want a fistula!! This AM, it was time for another plasma treatment. Just in time I think, symptoms were starting to show their nasty lil heads at night. I'm just tired of this drama, so why not feel sorry for myself??? Right!?! I'm cussing traffic, I'm mad at the heat, I want to play ball, I want to float the river...wha, wha, wha....SHUT UP!!

You talk about having your hand slapped hard. One of my dear friends here in Austin, Paula, mentioned to me she will be donating blood in my name, this week. She shared this with me Monday night, and today I wanted to reach out and thank her and ask 'when', because I forgot. She's donating today(!), with a gaggle of her co-workers. The dinger...not only is Paula donating in my name, but each co-worker is too. SLAP ME!! I am soooo humbled and tears of gratitude are pouring down my face as I type this.

Paula and her team have reminded me I have SOOO much to be grateful for, and amazing people surrounding me. My life is a blessing, my hurdles and mistakes are life lessons, my bumps and bruises are stories that are meant to be shared, and regardless of the veins, my arms are strong and should be helping to help others.

Paula...thank you