People get restless. Dogs, because they are indeed people. Humans. We thrive on progress, and information, even if that information isn’t progressive. I don’t know if that makes any sense.

I have not updated in a couple of weeks. I think. I don’t know what day it is most of the time, to be honest. I’m not upside down, crying in bed or wandering around aimlessly. It feels a bit like we are back in the early “Covid Years” except it is MUCH more personal. We know there are gargantuan life and death risks if we catch any kind of virus. Many of them are even asymptomatic, but they are there. We have to remind ourselves, each other, many many times a day…we can’t take the risk. If we happen to catch something, we will deal with it and will be ok. As I type that I feel my heart skip a beat. Another delay in getting to transplant would be a giant KICK IN THE BALLS. And I don’t have balls. But I understand it is extremely painful.

I interchange I and WE. I feel selfish when I say I, and I feel selfish when I say WE. These are my feelings, happening to WE. If you get hives reading improper punctuation or subject/verb/tense agreement, GOOD LUCK TO YA!

I/WE are going to get ready to attempt some sleep. Much love and thanks. I will attempt to give what I/WE know as far as timeline for transplant soon.

Buckets of I’s,

Suz