Good morning, folks!
First, I'd like to thank everyone who has posted supportive, kind words during Kate's two hospitalizations. I'm happy to report that her kidneys did NOT shut down, and that they therefore did NOT have to put her on instant dialysis via a pic in the neck, which can kill you. (It did, in fact, kill her sister unexpectedly last April, so, as you can imagine, this was especially stressful.)
Even better, the kidney team at the hospital is on the same page we are. A hospital nephrologist asked Kate, "So, why don't you already have a dialysis port?" Kate replied, in her best frosty, New England manner, "That is a question to which I have not yet received an adequate answer." The hospital nephrologists are going to talk with Kate's own nephrologist about why she should [have received a dialysis port six months ago] get on dialysis. She has an appointment on the 24th to discuss putting the port in, and Nick has said he's not leaving the appointment until the process is well and truly booked.
I'm wiped out this week, so once again, no real essay. But I've already started my next one, picking up from where I left off the last time I ventured Outside the Asylum. Next week I won't be here; I'll be flying back from Maryland. But I'll make sure y'all have a real essay of some kind to look at. Promise.
And now, some tunes!
If you listen to one of these songs, listen to this one: