Here's to good friends

Thanks for all the support, guys! I was hesitant to put that out there, thinking, as usual, that I'm the worst person in the world for not instantly loving every single thing D.'s kids do, since, I'm infertile and these are supposed to be my "replacement" children, sent from God. (I can't believe I ever seriously believed that to be true). When my little sister got married, one of her bridesmaids was a stepmom who was totally uninvested or involved in her stepchildren's lives. I admired her but thought, who could do that? Well, me for one. I've already distanced myself from D.jr's life, I quit worrying about his lying and bad grades, and guess what? I really like the kid and enjoy the time he's with us.

In other news, D. went to the endocrenologist today for a follow-up. Don't you just love it when the Dr.'s don't remember who you are and try to stumble for conversation, while looking at your chart for clues? "Oh, yeah, your the guy with the hidden pheo." He sent D. for some blood work and said he needs to be checked every 6 months or so to make sure a tumor doesn't grow on his other adrenal gland. He said their is a "rule of 10's" with pheo's, 10% are cancer, 10% are hereditary, 10% reoccur in the other gland. I hope D. stays within the norm this time. He sure gets a kick out of having had a unique tumor. He's an attention whore like that.
The Dr. did say as soon as the blood work is back and all is ok, D. should start the Interferon. I want to enjoy my healthy, energetic hubby for just a little while longer, but I've got to look at the long term. (Even though I still maintain the position that D. will die of heart failure long before his liver gives out, given his penchant for fatty foods and his utter resistance to the thought of exercise).

Do other places have the assinine tradition of firing a gun into the air at New Years? We've got a bullet hole in our roof here at work thanks to idiots who can't figure out that what goes up does indeed come down.