Yay hunting kitties. The last thing mom's cst cat brought in the house was a bat.

There hasn't been an opportunity for Scrappy or Duchess to kill something. Or penny when she was here. But she is at mom's again. Scrappy was bullying her, turns out he was super jealous

So, in the perpetual drama that my life has become. (Cue Roseanne Roseannadanna: It's always something.)

I've been diagnosed with Chronic Inflammatory Demyelilnating Polyneuropathy -- or it's easier to call it CIDP. Short version -- my immune system is attacking the peripheral nerves in my feet (mostly) and my hands.

I walk with a cane now. Without treatment, there's a good chance I'd end up in a wheelchair. Luckily, there's treatment -- consisting of IV injections, 5 days a month, lasting several hours each time. So, hey, more teleworking, less commuting. My goal is to improve enough to join a bowling league this fall. The neurologist says it's feasible.

Bonus irony: I've probably had it for quite a while. So last year's back surgery was probably not necessary.

Oh dear, Fred. I'm glad you have a diagnosis and treatment plan. It's always something is right.

Oh, Fred, those sound like pretty unpleasant symptoms. I'm glad you know what it is and have a plan!

Hope the bowling will be very feasible for you.

I cheer for the feasibility and the treatment.

Oh wow, Fred. Very happy you got the diagnosis and treatment plan and bowling feasibility, but ouch, the way. Much, much ~ma to you.

Fred I hope the treatments work better than expected.

I have new glasses. Progressives. This is weird. I don't think the prism strength is right but I have to wait a few days to adjust.

Also work continues to be its own stress. But they are going to try and get me transferred in about 2 weeks

askye -- Progressives do take a little getting used to. But it's worth it.

Thanks to all for the thoughts. It never ends.

Fred, add my good wishes in there, would you? I should have said before.