You’ll need to excuse me. I haven’t been myself for a few days. I’m in a really, really bad place. The upcoming second year anniversary of Ryan being taken from us is so much to face. I’m not sure I’ll come through it undamaged, to be honest. We miss him. We do. So much.
All-in-all, Ryan is doing well.
That is, if I don’t count the presence of trace leukocytes and protein that are currently in his urine (indicating his body is trying to protect itself from infection). Or, if I don’t count the mysterious drop in blood pressure from time-to-time. Or, if his butt rash won’t clear completely. Or, if his eye’s won’t seem to completely clear of abrasions. These conditions, and their reluctance to ever clear, can wear a guy down.
In my case, I just wanted to isolate myself from the world. I now understand this wasn’t fair to those who come here every day to see how Ryan is.