With Apologies to Mr. Clemens

To paraphrase Mark Twain, "the news of my death has been greatly exaggerated". I'm still here, just moping and trying to get by. I'm just having difficulty managing my time now that I am working full-time and taking care of myself.

Because of my restricted diet, I cannot really afford to eat out. For example: Last week, I ate out three times in two days. The result? I gained four pounds of fluid due to the salt intake. It took me the whole weekend to get rid of it.

This means that I must cook and prepare my meals. For someone who has a tendancy to burn water, this has definitely been a challenge. I come home and spend an hour in the kitchen cooking. Then I wind down by propping my feet up for an hour or so, and then it is time to go to bed. Repeat.

But progress is being made. I am starting to get crafty with the 'ol crockpot, and I am learning to make meals that can last me a couple days. This is a big timesaver!

Next doctor appointment is on May 30th, when I see my nephrologist and get the results of my kidney tests. I'm expecting a very, very small improvement. This could be a very long year.