Pixilated

Judah is having is dialysis a bit early today. Dr. Ahmad stills wants to keep the fluid off to give his lungs a chance to rest. So far it has been a help. As Benji says, we keep looking for very small improvements, and are reminded of the math game given to children. It goes like this: Would you like $365 today, or a penny a day doubling every day for 365 days?. We will take the slow and steady road. His oxygenation is good with a lowered o2 push for him. His peep also has been lowered a point. Kidney functions are stable, heart is good( Be le Ayin Harah). I keep wondering what Judah is going to say when he wakes up. If it was like last time, he could not believe the day and time. He kept checking his watch and the calendar. Today is day 17 in the ICU. No one is suggesting a time table for his recovery. As my father says " We are patient".

Pixie greeted me like an old lover greets his returning love. After the initial warm greeting, and scratching in special spots, she stayed by my side and barked at the bedroom door. It was time for sleep. Once on the bed, ( she needs help getting on to the bed) she circled, plopped down, let out a great sigh, and slept through the night.

This morning as I left for the hospital, she looked at me, put her ears back, head down and tail lowered as if to say, "That's it you are leaving again?"

I tried to explain, but to no avail. She even refused a cookie. (She like the rest of the White household as a strong sense of pride and knows a bribe when she sees it.) I hope that when I return tonight she won't be too out of sorts.

Will keep you posted as details arise.

M

PS. The fish is going to be renamed Pixie, the third or as they say Tre.