Yesterday W got pretty much cleared for catheter-input surgery from the kidney dr and the cardiologist. Results of tests were essentially a trade-off, the negative aspects of which will logically diminish if the perotineal dialysis works. Attended kidney appt in D'dalk, but not heart appt in B'camp.
She told me over the phone on the way back that SS's wife had indeed miscarried. W didn't have much to say about it. I expressed sympathy of course, but probably in a way that didn't indicate that I considered myself to feel the same way she must. I need to think about that.
Didn't talk to G at all after the one conversation just before deploying to the physicians, although did phone twice. Will try in a little this AM. Calling while W is sleeping is uncomfortable for two related reasons: I fear she'll need help and I won't hear her; it's a little chickensh*t.
I entreat the Reader to comment freely or I'd just keep a diary.
She told me over the phone on the way back that SS's wife had indeed miscarried. W didn't have much to say about it. I expressed sympathy of course, but probably in a way that didn't indicate that I considered myself to feel the same way she must. I need to think about that.
Didn't talk to G at all after the one conversation just before deploying to the physicians, although did phone twice. Will try in a little this AM. Calling while W is sleeping is uncomfortable for two related reasons: I fear she'll need help and I won't hear her; it's a little chickensh*t.
Only escalated re SD once; barely kept in check (This is by far my biggest personal issue in that my hair-trigger could lead not a few of us to ruin).
W and I were both disappointed GD went off with her mother this weekend, but an invitation to the carnival or circus or something plainly cannot go unaccepted by a six-year-old. Hopefully she doesn't get let down.I entreat the Reader to comment freely or I'd just keep a diary.
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