I’m a nervous wreck… and have been since yesterday. Really, nothing short of an exposed nerve. Ever since the reduction in the baclofen infusion rate yesterday afternoon I keep expecting the worse. I’m so scared I made the wrong decision to lower the dosage. So scared.
The change technically affected Ryan around 5:00PM, once the existing medicine in the catheter was fully pushed through. We’re only 15 hours into this, but everything is looking good. Twenty-four hours must pass before I start feeling comfortable. I need this time to observe Ryan going through his daily routine. Forty-eight and I’m (almost) convinced it was the right call. Knowing myself, a good week or ten days must elapse before I am certain.
As for my statement about when life giving me lemons, I make lemon meringue pie… this generated a lot of comments. Heck, some were even a bit jabbing. What do I have to say to that? Huh! Bring it on, girlfriends!Just take a gander at this…
If I learned just one thing from the hours of Sue watching the Food Network, it is this: Plating is everything. The food might taste like cardboard, but a cook can get some serious style point for “plating”. Not that I ever really gave it any thought before, but who was it that made the word plate a verb anyhow?
I wonder if I might be able to use it as a swear word, both as noun and verb? I bet I could make an adjective out of it too. Ok, here goes. You know, something like “you mother plating jerk can just kiss my plately plate”.
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