Nibs told me a couple of days ago that her liver and kidney function tests have been so bad that she's being taken off methotrexate and Mobic. Her rheumatologist is even wondering if she has the same rare liver disease that her mother does: autoimmune hepatitis. She tells me that she'll be awake for more of the day than she currently is (which is about twelve hours), but she'll be in pain whenever she is awake.
I instantly thought, 'Good. She'll be awake more. I can talk to her in the middle of the day when I need to.' And then I remembered that that's evil.
Yes, to a considerable degree I've tied my life into a pretzel for her and will continue to, projects aside, for another three years or so. And you know what? I don't regret that. I have a feeling I'm about to regret it even less.
I instantly thought, 'Good. She'll be awake more. I can talk to her in the middle of the day when I need to.' And then I remembered that that's evil.
Yes, to a considerable degree I've tied my life into a pretzel for her and will continue to, projects aside, for another three years or so. And you know what? I don't regret that. I have a feeling I'm about to regret it even less.
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Date: 2012-07-26 07:10 pm (UTC)From: