Since Babygirl's diagnosis of kidney failure in April of 2011, I have really not taken a break from the situation. When I was supposed to be on a mission trip last July, I stayed home to wait for Boo to arrive, painted Babygirl's bedroom and worried about the heat at her camp (http://kidneedsakidney.blogspot.com/2011/07/week-thirteen-surviving-summer.html). When I was supposed to be enjoying our beach vacation, I had daily, fraught reminders of just how NOT normal life had become (http://kidneedsakidney.blogspot.com/2011/08/week-sixteen-beach.html).
We've had three hospitalizations spread out over four months. Since Beach Week I doubt I've worked more than two full weeks, but none of the days I took off (save Memorial Day and Indepence Day) were vacation days, and on each of THOSE days I was on the road to or from Philadelphia. We've put over 10,000 miles of medical travel since January. I'm tired - mentally, emotionally and spiritually empty.
Babygirl's labs this week are better. Not great, but better - so we aren't being readmitted this week for another biopsy. She has an appointment on Monday, and Hubby is going to take her. Me? I'm leaving town.
This Saturday at 8 AM our mission team leaves for Appalachia. I have no idea where we are going, what we are doing, or even who is on the team this year. I am GOING. Worst case? Babygirl's numbers tank and she's readmitted for another biopsy. It's Hubby's turn LOL. Best case? They go and come home with an appointment in two weeks. Either way, I'm shutting my brain off and going to the land of NoCellPhoneService. I went shopping last night and bought a drill, granny panties comfy Walmart jeans. I'm swinging hammers, tightening loose screws and installing insulation, or maybe digging a ditch. I don't care. I'm GOING.
I'm the only person I know whose life is so pathetic that I plan on resting my heart and mind while working myself into dehydration and muscle cramps.
This is AWESOME.