The Prodigal Son

 
My prodigal son has returned! Not my baby, my camera! lol (What were you thinking?) Just kidding. My camera came back complete with repairs and a good, well-needed, cleaning. They reset all of the settings and updated the hardware. I think that the top of it is new (by the flashmount). There are lots of new parts according to the work order. I did a good job of blowing it up, I think. So does anyone want to loan me your camera? I will take real good care of it.....tee! hee! No, seriously. I have taught myself a little about it, since the repair. I am learning more with natural light. I hope to get in a class this fall that will help me be better and learn how to use an editor. It drives me nuts! I want to be better so bad! I wish that I could bring myself to delete the "bad" pics. Like, for example, the shutter speed was messed up for days when I first got my camera back, but did I delete the blurry ones? NOOOOOO..... I had to keep most of them, even though, they will NEVER get printed. lol Isn't is silly? I guess it feels too much like I am deleting Bryce. Speaking of the little angel, (I use that term loosely) his blood results were low today, but not "transfusion low" again yet. He got the 1/2 unit last week. The MD said not to expect "normal" levels. He dropped 2 points in one day, last week. He is a little over 6 points from another transfusion. I am preparing myself for the need for one as early as next week. I am waiting to hear from the specialist, who will probably say that we will just check it again in a week. The disheartening part, is that he gets stuck every week, and that his erythrocyte count is now a big fat zero. That means that he is making NOTHING new (no red blood cells). I guess that I didn't fully understand when he was making 0.5 and then 0.1, that, at least, it was doing something, although, not near enough to produce anything. It kinda makes my insides feel like that "drop of the heart" still feeling, that you get when you are watching a movie and you hear that long, wailing beep of the monitor, when they unhook someone for the last time. (I know, morbid, but just keeping it real). My tummy is nervous sometimes, but I am grateful that I have a child. I feel sooooo bad for those who can't. He is my sunshine! How funny are they? Silly every day! What a fresh perspective on life! He knew where we were going, this time, for his arm stick. But, as soon as they were done, he quit crying and smiled! We could learn alot from that kind of forgiveness. I hope that everyone had a great Memorial Day! Tell a Veteran, "Thank you for your service. I told my husband....lol. Well, gotta scoot, while Scooter is napping. I could chat for hours....thanks for being a good listener....lol. O.k. I am really rambling now. Enough is enough.... Bye ya'll!