To mark the occasion we decided to adopt a kitten. We had been talking about doing this on and off for a while but, well, he took a week of leave off so we could have a week-long anniversary and vacation and it seemed like the best time to get a kitten settled in and bonded and comfortable. He's little and grey and fluffy and I'm pretty sure there's at least a little bit of Maine Coon in him somewhere. We decided to name him Darren.
As for my illness I had my biopsy done last month. It wasn't nearly as painful as I remembered it to be. I think that was mostly because I wasn't as sick the last time it was done and my doctor was a lot more experienced; it meant that the four-hour wait afterwards with not being able to move was much more unbearable.
And I got the results back yesterday. It's good news! Turns out my Lupus hadn't caused as much damage to my kidneys as they had initially thought, and though my nephritis is still there and very much active the medicine I'm already taking is holding it at bay, and all I can do is stay put and ride it out until the disease gives up on its own. The doctor estimated some time between twelve and eighteen months before my peripheral edema and leaky kidneys goes away.
But I'll take it. It's better than being deathly ill. There's also talk of me going on disabilty pension if such a long recovery time is true. I think I might feel a little better and not so much like a leech on society if a doctor can call my officially disabled. Still... I wish I could work. I miss work and being independant so much...
I've been writing, too. Only here and there, though. I'd like to have chapter two of Mandragora done and finished soon so I can get back to Familiarity, and then maybe during that I might do a little vignette writing for practice-sake. I kind of feel like doing something short, simple and not very serious like that.









