On Monday, Dave and I and Dave's sister and dad met with the architect and builder and started thinking about where an addition--a separate apartment attached to the house--would go. I have my ideas and everyone else has their ideas. We'll see. The architect is supposed to get back to us soon.
I hadn't seen Dave's sister or dad in thirty years or more. I never got along with his family in the past--a lot of this was centered around Dave's mother and she's gone now so I'm making an effort to get along with Dave's sister and dad. It's going well so far I think. Fingers crossed it continues to go well without the Vistaril.
On Tuesday my mom came out for lunch with Dave's family. They had met years ago--again, over thirty years ago, but we were all different people back then. Or at least I was. I didn't try it without the V.
On Wednesday Dave went with his family to tour one of the nearby pueblos. I stayed home and nursed a headache, canceling an appointment with the PA at the dermatologist's office to do so. I rescheduled the dermatologist for today and I rescheduled by surgery for the end of January.
Today Dave went with me to the dermatologists office and then we stopped at Whole Foods to pick up some things for dinner tonight with his family. His sister is making pasta putanesca and I can't have anything in it except the pasta (and that spikes my blood sugar so I don't really eat it) because my guts are the way they are, so we picked up a rotisserie chicken. We also got a small (like six-inch) cake and a pint of ice cream for dessert and some shishito peppers for Dave's sister, again nothing I can or should really eat.
This afternoon I have to go see the GI doc. I need for him (or her) to extend my order for an endoscopy to accommodate my new surgery date. I also want to ask about a letter I got informing me that I have a fatty liver (this based on some imaging I had done a while back and not on my always perfectly normal liver function tests).
We had lots of rain overnight and some beautiful thunder and lightning throughout the night and morning. I actually slept through a lot of it. I've been having crazy dreams recently, unfamiliar but orderly. Maybe it's the Faulkner I read a few nights ago. Maybe it's seeing Dave's family. Maybe it's hormones or the weather.
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