1. I know. I know. I know.
I've watched The Godfather countless times and watch clips from the movie regularly.
This movie is always present one way or another for Debbie and me, at home or on the road.
I don't know, though, the last time I saw The Godfather in a movie theater.
I could have today. It was showing in CdA as today's offering in Regal's Month of Masterpieces.
But, I looked around the house, looked at my bulging laundry basket, at my overused sheets on my bed, and decided that I really needed to take care of these things at home.
And I did. Laundry, changing sheets, vacuuming, using the Little Green cleaner on bedroom rugs, and more.
I really didn't want to leave and come back home to all of this.
2. On Wednesday or Thursday, after my labs were drawn, I wrote to Nurse Jenn. Back in July, the transplant team prescribed Jardiance, a medication designed to help control protein in my urine. After a short while of taking Jardiance, I began to experience daily light headedness and mild vertigo and my blood pressure began reading low. I asked Nurse Jenn if it was too early to tell if Jardiance was having the therapeutic results the providers hoped for and told her what I'd been experiencing.
I heard back from Nurse Jenn quickly, on Friday.
She confirmed that my blood work numbers looked great, looked stable, and that the team of providers agreed I should stop taking Jardiance and that I should seek medical attention if the lightheadedness, mild vertigo, and lower blood pressure persists.
I will continue to have labs drawn every two weeks.
With the cessation of taking Jardiance, I can find out, I hope, if it's been the Jardiance that's caused the fizzy sensation in my head, the mild difficulties I've had with balance, and the drop in my blood pressure numbers.
(By the way, Dr. Bieber reduced my blood pressure meds in mid-August. That move definitely helped bring up my systolic numbers, but the diastolic numbers have been more stubborn and continue to be a bit lower than I want.)
Right now, after only two days off the medication, I'd say it's too early to tell what difference it's making.
3. I was fixing myself a dinner tonight of panko-coated baked chicken drumsticks with a side of sauteed yellow squash and mushrooms and some heated up leftover rice.
My mind wandered, for reasons I can't recall, back to high school basketball.
In the ninth grade, I knew what my role on the team was, what was expected of me, and how our team worked together to run a solid offense and to play at least adequate defense.
After that year, I never again knew what my role as a Kellogg Wildcat was or what was expected of me and or what my place on the team was and I fell into a state of confusion that debilitated me.
Thinking about this, I didn't think much at all about how high school basketball could have been different, rather I thought long and hard about the debilitating effects confusion has had on my life at several junctions.
Another way to put this would be I thought about the paralyzing effect not knowing what I was doing has had on me, whether as an athlete -- mostly when I played golf --, in my years as a graduate student, in broken relationships, and in other parts of my life.
Before long, though, I turned my attention back to the chicken and vegetables.
No confusion here.
I knew what I was doing!
I knew how long to bake the chicken and when the vegetables would be ready to eat.
And knowing what I was doing tonight in the kitchen led me to think of the many other parts of my life where I at least think I know what I'm doing and am not addled with confusion.
Eating dinner was much more enjoyable with my mind focused on clarity in my life.
I'm glad I left the inevitable indigestion that accompanies thinking about confusion behind.
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