Happy Fourth of July

We're hanging out in the coolest place in Hollywood - the pediatric ambulatory wing at Joe DiMaggio Children's Hospital. The usual dialysis kids are all here. You would think that you could skip a day now and then (kind of like going two days without dialysis on the weekends) but that apparently screws up the biological schedule. I'm skeptical that the body adjusts to a seven day schedule (i.e., the body gets used to weekends), but the docs have more experience than me.

In order to switch from morning 8:00a.m. sessions to 2:00pm sessions, they make you go through an 11:00a.m. session on one of the intervening days so that the body gets used to the time change. Today is our 11:00a.m. day, and then he'll be doing 2:00pm M/W/F for the foreseeable future.

He's been a little off lately, with bouts of nausea and fleeting bouts of grumpiness. The grumpiness is somewhat attributable to spoiledness (it occurs for frequently when we say no to a request), but there's enough chemical stuff going on in his little body that he may not be able to avoid it. He roll with it, and he quickly forgets that he was mad and forgets 9or pretends to forget) whatever he said.

Daddy did the Independence Day Duathlon, and did a personal best. I finally broke 1 hour (59.01) for the 2 mile run, 10 mile bike and 2 mile run. If the 14 people who finished ahead of me in my age group all test positive for drugs, I qualify for the World Championships.