Jodi and I both arrived home, respectively, from the hospital today. I think she was a little more worse for the wear than I was though. I'm SO glad she's home, and doing well. I know the kiddies are very happy to see her, although they had a fab time with Grandma Jean. :) There seems to be a new dimension added to the game of Battleship. "Is it logic, a guess, or mental telepathy?" Never again will it be the same at the Nicholson household...lol I just wish that I had been well enough to be there with them the whole time. As it turned out, that wasnt to be the case, but I'm kinda glad in a way. Mom was able to get to know her grandchildren without any interference on my part. Things always have a way of working out the way they're supposed to. ... I had some very nice nurses this time around. One of them took some time to ask a lot of questions and try and understand whats been going on with me, and that I will be forever grateful. I did some long and hard thinking while I was there, and came to a few decisions that I have been mulling over for the last year. My life is what it is, and there is no way out of this mess. The party is over. Next week, I will begin the process of gathering important papers together, so everything will be in order for when the inevitable happens. I dont plan on continuing this torture any longer than I have to. No dialysis. No new kidney. No more dealing with dysfunctional people and situations. No more being duped by people who pretend to love me. I've been on borrowed time for longer than I should have. People waste such precious time.... Time to go home.
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