We have filled the last few days with travel, doctors, driving, and making a huge mess with all of our stuff we brought home, hoping to make some kind of convenient order out of it. We failed. But at least my (Chase's) parents' living room isn't full of our dirty laundry, loose change, and spare batteries anymore.
We got into Dallas Monday afternoon/evening and pretty much crashed. Tuesday morning, we drove to downtown Dallas for an unexpectedly long appointment with a nephrologist who agreed that Julie needs a transplant, and he illuminated the next tiny step in the process: applying to some government organization to confirm transplant eligibility.
Lacking directions (and the name) to our dentist's office, we raced back to the house to wolf down some lunch while getting directions. Julie brushed her teeth to be kind to the dentist. I figured, "Why clean them twice?" We rushed out the door several minutes late.
