Saturday, August 22, 2015

Organization

"Set in order your houses; keep slothfulness and uncleanness far from you."
~Doctrine & Covenants 90:18

I have a strange relationship with organization. If you could come to my house, you'd see what I mean; it's a sort of melding of absolute order and absolute chaos. Granted, a lot of that chaos is created by another member of the family, but even leaving her messes out of the equation, it's there in the details.

Adult movies, alphabetized, with BluRays separate -- and my shelf of random stuff.
If you asked my parents or siblings if I was an organized person, they would probably find a polite way to say that I'm a pack rat and a slob. Ask my husband or the ward ladies who occasionally come over, or anyone who cleans at my house, and they would probably tell you that I am meticulously organized. And they'd both be right -- partly.

Saturday, August 15, 2015

Requesting Prayers This Weekend

I need prayers, folks. On Monday I had my routine monthly blood tests, and on Wednesday a different doctor also took some blood. Today I get semi-panicked phone calls from both offices telling me that I'm highly uremic (there are a lot of toxins in my blood). My nephrologist wants me to do a few sessions of emergency hemodialysis.

"Go for the jugular!"

This is the scar I have from the last time I had emergency hemodialysis.

Thursday, August 13, 2015

Nature Calls

"If I knew where you lived, I would send you a bouquet of freshly sharpened pencils."  ~NY152 to Shopgirl, in the movie You've Got Mail (1998)


I finished college more than three years ago, and graduated from high school more than twelve years ago, but when school supplies start showing up in the stores, the part of me that's still a kid remembers the excitement of getting all fresh supplies at the beginning of the school year: a new box of crayons, new notebooks, new glue sticks, maybe something like a protractor that demonstrates the new heights of learning that I have attained.

Thursday, August 6, 2015

Only the Lonely

There’s one service that I really need, but that people rarely consider, because it’s not the type of thing you sign up for. In fact, if you do it just as “service”, it becomes meaningless; I need company. Not like, “Sister So-and-so is in the nursing home and would be cheered up by visitors,” but like, “Sunshine seems like she would be really interesting if you got to know her. I should call her up and see if we can get together some time.”

Monday, August 3, 2015

Post 5 of 5: The Ultimate Question

The first four questions are ones that I usually get from concerned friends, relatives, and acquaintances who are aware of my condition.  There’s a different question that I occasionally get from acquaintances, but mostly from friendly strangers and sales clerks:  


Are you expecting?


Sometimes phrased as, “You are expecting, aren’t you?” after having made some statement with the unspoken assumption that I was. Once I got, “When are you due?”