No Geo's Friends gathering for me

1. Book way, way over deadline

2. Lots of new demands at work

3. Michael's been sick for several weeks: sore throat, lethargy, slowed healing, headaches. He's had 2 rounds of blood tests so far---we seem to have eliminated Epstein Barr and several other viruses/conditions as the Big Bad, but there is still no diagnosis. I am holding out for him to talk with his NP while he has a copy of the bloodwork results in his hands; I have little faith in the system as it is currently structured. Continued pestering and self-advocacy is absolutely necessary for any potentially serious condition.

This is stressful for us, although we are handling it well. He has an amazing ability to laugh and snuggle and provoke us all into fits of giggling in the most trying of times! This man is so unbelievably easy to love.

Last night Trent woke up at 3:30 from a bad dream in which monkeys with knives were attacking the funeral home. Michael made Trent laugh with stories about a magic pierogi. "Dream about the magic pierogi," he advised the giggling boy. It was a lovely, useful response.

I think I've been scaring myself and him with all my urging to pursue medical care/testing, since so many of my friends have chronic fatigue, fibro and other serious chronic illnesses. I take them seriously, and I know that as a rule, they are handled badly by our biomedical health care system.

4. I am going to be even less accessible than usual this month, with all this crap.