My first wish of the day: A pleasant home-care nurse. Today is an IV drip day. The IV port that was left in my right hand, I'm convinced just to make me unable to do anything at all, is a week old. Happy Birthday IV port. The only problem is that this particular type of IV port is only supposed to be left in for 4-5 days at a time. They are leaving it in because apparently no one can get a new line started on me. The nurse on Monday assured me that she wouldn't have a problem since she's been doing this 20-odd years and has only missed a handful of times. I just happened to be among those "one of a handfuls". She finally saw the point as to why the other nurse was asking for a mid-line, a more permanent IV port, to be put in. With any luck, I will get a nurse who can start a new line. If not, I might have to spend the day at the ER getting a new IV port put in.
My second wish: Sleep. My biological clock is preparing me for motherhood. At the latest, by 4am I have risen, even before the birds. While I do love a nice sunrise, which we haven't had a lot of due to the constant rain, I don't need to see it everyday. I can sleep for hour long stretches at a time, but can't seem to get any nice restful sleep. So that's what I'm also putting on the list.
My third wish: A new book. I'm looking for a new book that inspires me. It's been a while since I've picked up something that has touched my soul. I was inspired by Sidney Poirtier's book of letters to his great-granddaughter, but I'm looking for something more meaningful to me. The problem being, I just can't seem to think of anything off the top of my head that would be comparable to "the Last Lecture" or "The Peaceful Warrior" series. Hmmmm. I'll sit and scratch my head awhile longer on this one I guess. Recommendations welcome, as I still have a long 10 weeks of waiting here at home before Chloe arrives.
My fourth wish: For increased awareness of other people's suffering. Seriously, this world would be a much kinder, gentler place if we each remember that just because a person doesn't look hurt on the outside, they might be on the inside. I have "invisible chronic illnesses", I have mastered the ability to pretend all is well on the outside but can be a complete mess on the inside.
These wishes have been brought to you in no specific order other than what comes off the tops of my fingers as I type at 5am. I should be making the final wish of actually completing one of the many blog posts I've started about endometriosis and diet, but after all, it is my birthday....