6/7/2009

It is that time of year for graduation parties, and this year we only have one to go to in our immediate Schroeder clan. Later today/ tonight a party for my cousin Jacob will be had. It is always enjoyable to congregate with my relatives. Jacob graduated from Liberty Benton high school. Last night I went with my parents to visit at my Uncle Mack’s house. The conversations had with any of my Schroeder relatives are always stimulating. I also saw my cousin Luke. On Friday we went to play cards at Mom’s sister’s house, and I had a good opportunity to interact with my cousin Jeff.
I need to speak with some of Eric’s relatives soon. I really need to speak with Amy about going down to see Eric. She probably let that thought slip her mind. That greatly disappoints me, but it can be expected… elderly people are often forgetful. I should probably be thankful if Amy even remembers what I look like (LOL:-).

6/6/2009

I feel extremely exhausted, like I just did a marathon, but I only leisurely strolled about outside for about 40 minutes or so. Something is definitely out of whack with my body. I have a kidney biopsy tomorrow morning. It sounds gruesome, but I am looking forward to it greatly. It is just one step towards finding and fixing the problem with me...

6/5/2009

The Schroeder softball team lost in the narrowest of fashion last night. We were the home team, and we had last at bats. At first there was some discrepancy between the opposing teams scorekeepers as to what inning it was, teams shook hands after only six innings when we were trailing 6-5, but after careful analysis the correct inning was discovered. Another inning was to be played, but neither team pushed a single run across home plate. The game ended with the same score had after they shook hands the first time. The last inning never mattered. It is the only game I've ever witnessed where hands were shook twice in ending fashion, and I have played a lot of ball in my day.

6/4/2009

It is Thursday, and yesterday I saw Dr. Moser, a kidney specialist. He scheduled a kidney biopsy for tomorrow morning, but the hospital called me this morning and changed it to Monday morning. I am so very glad that we were able to see the kidney doctor and get the ball rolling. A biopsy sounds much more severe than it really is. Dr. Moser explained everything to me in detail so there will be no surprises. Thank God for the ability to numb your back. Back in the early days of medicine they would have had to strap my hands down to the table. But now with advances in technology they can insert a rod into my back without putting me to sleep. The only bad part of this biopsy is the though o what will be done. I am excited to get this done, because my kidneys need some attention.

6/3/2009

Well, Dad called the kidney specialist office, and they can now squeeze me in this afternoon at 2:30. Gotta run...

6/2/2009

Yesterday morning was anything an everything but uneventful, and that is taking it lightly. As most of you know I have been experiencing symptoms related to high blood pressure, and Monday early morning a new wrinkle was added to the mix. I woke up at 3:00 A.M., because a choking sensation overwhelmed me. Mom heard me pacing back and forth, and when she awoke I explained my situation as best I could. I also had a terrible headache, and she urged me to take my blood pressure since she was worried. It was like 182/122 or something like that. After I watched a movie on television I managed to get a few hours of sleep. In the morning my parents brought me to the Emergency Room at St. Rita's hospital. That is where I spent the next 10 hours. As it turns out that loose piece of skin that hangs from everybody's throat was way enlarged in my mouth (hence the choking sensation.) Doctors claim it is a reaction to the new medication I started Tuesday of last week. They claim that is why my blood pressure hit the ceiling, but I think my blood pressure is just out of whack. I doubled up my one medication, doctor's orders, but it is still very high. Maybe that is just part of being a Schroeder, or maybe it is the result of getting old. I spoke to my cousin Kathy tonight who is also 30, but 10 months older than I (but she is not ancient like my friend AMY,) and she was telling me all the problems she had when she tuned 30. Its safe to say that Kathy and I are aging, but what does that say about OLD OLD Amy? I wonder too much, and I just need to enjoy life. It will take its twists and turns, but accommodating to them is what marks your life. Kenny Rogers says it best... Every gambler knows that the secret to surviving is knowing what to throw and knowing what to keep, because every hands a winner and every hands a loser. To me life is a game of cards!

6/1/2009

Hospital ER... later