It started quiet, but at 2:30, when I went to give Rob his infusion, the darn thing was filled with blood (means the valve inside his line was not working), and the flush would not go. Had to call the RN from the homecare agency. She tried - said it was blocked. We called the doctor and he said that since it was so close to the end of the therapy, that if Rob wanted, we could pull the line. The other option was going to the ER to try to put blood thinners in the line to un-clot it...fairly risky, and so Rob said he wanted it out. The doc said that would be fine. I am relieved. Rob is relieved, I'm sure.

We did get to take our walk tonight - Tom took his THEA test today, and will get his results sometime next week. He will probably do better than he thinks he will.

I am still trying to keep up my spirits with adjusting to the new me without those body parts -- which I don't feel any loss for, but imagining that there should be some impact...only the change I perceive in my metabolism, which I am trying not to take too hard...just adjust my food and activity to accomodate so that I can still lose those last 10 pounds! What a deal! It used to be so easy.

Work is better this week. Got some confirmation that I am still worth their keeping around. Found out that the job I interviewed for last month that I did not get put into was not a high enough level for me, and that they could not spare me from my present job, too idiosyncratic a skill set... guess that is okay... the manager told me that I had more potential for upward mobility where I am -- that he would have loved to have had me in that job, but the present managers said that I could not go. Okay by me. They know what they need.

I feared since I was out of work for so many weeks that it weakened my position there, which I guess it didn't. They are way more caring than I expected them to be and were just giving me a chance to catch-up.

Anyhow, dear diary, I am okay for today... It turned out okay, thank goodness...