I can't believe I'm walking so well. Didn't use the walker once today. Haven't needed it.
I did quite a bit of housework, too. I washed the kitchen floor three times -- it took three swiffer swabs to get it clean. Then, I proceded to make dinner and started spilling things. Why is it I don't sptill things on the floor when it's dirty, only when it's spanking clean? Then I have to spot wash, but feel that my floor is dirty even though I know it's clean. I like my kitchen floor to be as clean as my table top, even if only for the first five minutes after I've washed it.
I also washed both bathroom floors, but what's new there. That's a daily chore. I remembered to squeegie the shower this morning. I usually forget to do that, and by the time I remember, it's all dry and the water spots are laughing at me.
Today is my daughter, Becky's 30-something birthday (37?). I guess she wouldn't be pleased with me to know that I've announced to the world how old she is. But she's beautiful and is aging to well. You wouldn't know she was on the shy side of 40. She's no wrinkles or lines, her skin is wonderful, and well, she's just a beautiful woman both inside and out.
I don't know how I happened to birth two beautiful girls. Cyndi is also beautiful -- she's the one that looks like Julia Roberts -- I don't think she looks like either me or Alan, and I don't see a mix either. Yet I know she's mine. Becky resembles my mother, with a little of Alan's mom thrown in. And there are a couple of pictures of me when I was smaller which resemble her. So, happy birthday, Beck. Have a great day.
Mom
Monday, June 30, 2008
Sunday, June 29, 2008
New look, new health
Well, I thought the flare up had fizzled out, and perhaps it has mostly, but I have to say that last night was a doozy. Wow! I'm glad today turned out to be a fizzling sort of day.
Rosie is at camp by now, and I hope she likes it. She's so precocious, and forward. I think she'll do okay. I was too shy and my camp experience wasn't that great. I remember my counsellor's name -- Miss Lois -- and I can vaguely see her in the recesses of my mind. And she was the only friend I had at that camp.
I wrote a note to Rosie telling her that if she needed a friend that's what her counsellor was there for -- not just discipline and taking care of her, but to be her friend. Rosie's bladder is still not developed and she still cannot hold much, so night-time for her is especially difficult when she is not at home.
Well, I'm headed for the TV room and watch the Sunday night fights (food network and HGTV). Since it's been a very bland day, I don't have anything else to write about.
Rosie is at camp by now, and I hope she likes it. She's so precocious, and forward. I think she'll do okay. I was too shy and my camp experience wasn't that great. I remember my counsellor's name -- Miss Lois -- and I can vaguely see her in the recesses of my mind. And she was the only friend I had at that camp.
I wrote a note to Rosie telling her that if she needed a friend that's what her counsellor was there for -- not just discipline and taking care of her, but to be her friend. Rosie's bladder is still not developed and she still cannot hold much, so night-time for her is especially difficult when she is not at home.
Well, I'm headed for the TV room and watch the Sunday night fights (food network and HGTV). Since it's been a very bland day, I don't have anything else to write about.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Friday
Well, I can't believe it and I'm afraid to dwell on the fact that my knee doesn't hurt at all, and the tingling is gone in my joints as well as the stinging pain that I've put up with for three weeks. Just disappeared today.
I rejoice in one day of little pain. There's still minimal in my back, but that's okay. I have been sleeping a lot and that's probably rested all those bad nerves and things that have been biting me the past three weeks.
Alan is doing great after his tooth-pull. Tonight, however, he has a rash and we think it's because he was prescribed vicoden to ward off the pain of the pull. But, it might be his patch is doing it. We had to stop them before, and maybe he can only tolerate them for two weeks then he has to let them go. We'll see what tomorrow brings.
I'm still trying to get something going for the 4th. It's working.
Tomorrow, God willing, that I'll be able to walk well enough, I'm going to lunch with Amy. I always enjoy these lunches with her and I think it's because she's not afraid to eat. I mean she doesn't order a salad -- small size please -- with dressing on the size which doesn't get used. And that's it. She's like me. She orders what she wants to eat regardless of the number of calories.
I say, if I go out to eat -- which isn't that often-- then I ought to enjoy what I dont' get at home and I always have a salad at home. So, I get unusual things, usually seafoody stuff that I can't get other places, like if they have crab-cakes. Yum!
So, I'm eating out tomorrow at noon, and then I have to cook the ribs I bought a couple of days ago because they've been thawed out for two days and I don't want them to go bad. So, when I get home, I'll cook the ribs. Maybe I'll have a new pot to put them in. I need an oblong pot -- not my lasagna pan -- but something for ribs and larger roasts -- roasts that aren't big enough to put in the lasagna pan.
Well, that's enough for this boring day.
I rejoice in one day of little pain. There's still minimal in my back, but that's okay. I have been sleeping a lot and that's probably rested all those bad nerves and things that have been biting me the past three weeks.
Alan is doing great after his tooth-pull. Tonight, however, he has a rash and we think it's because he was prescribed vicoden to ward off the pain of the pull. But, it might be his patch is doing it. We had to stop them before, and maybe he can only tolerate them for two weeks then he has to let them go. We'll see what tomorrow brings.
I'm still trying to get something going for the 4th. It's working.
Tomorrow, God willing, that I'll be able to walk well enough, I'm going to lunch with Amy. I always enjoy these lunches with her and I think it's because she's not afraid to eat. I mean she doesn't order a salad -- small size please -- with dressing on the size which doesn't get used. And that's it. She's like me. She orders what she wants to eat regardless of the number of calories.
I say, if I go out to eat -- which isn't that often-- then I ought to enjoy what I dont' get at home and I always have a salad at home. So, I get unusual things, usually seafoody stuff that I can't get other places, like if they have crab-cakes. Yum!
So, I'm eating out tomorrow at noon, and then I have to cook the ribs I bought a couple of days ago because they've been thawed out for two days and I don't want them to go bad. So, when I get home, I'll cook the ribs. Maybe I'll have a new pot to put them in. I need an oblong pot -- not my lasagna pan -- but something for ribs and larger roasts -- roasts that aren't big enough to put in the lasagna pan.
Well, that's enough for this boring day.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Better day
Well, today I'm doing a bit better. Still sting all over, but I'm walking a bit -- just a little. Still tentative on the feet. I had to WALK today because Alan had a tooth extraction, and of course, I couldn't let him drive home drunk. And drunk he was. laughing gas!
When we pulled Walgreen's he was telling me all these things to do that weren't possible for either him or me to do at that point in time. I couldn't walk through Walgreen's to get him some vitamin he thinks he needs TODAY, and for which he has at least a two-week supply left at home. And he's bleeding and talking so I can't understand a word he says, which I mentioned several times, and finally told him not to talk any more. Use sign language. Well, he, not being Italian didn't work well with that idea.
We finally got all our drugs and headed home. I actually konked out shortly after we walked in the door. He was already asleep in the car by the time we got home. And, yeah, I knew I didn't have to make any supper because he couldn't eat anything, and he wasn't in the mood for anything liquid either. So, I didn't guilt trip about sleeping until 7 p.m. when a nice soothing thunderstorm woke me up.
So, that was our day. Another day of doing little -- oh yeah, I did three loads of wash before I took Alan to the dentist. The third load is still in the dryer.
When we pulled Walgreen's he was telling me all these things to do that weren't possible for either him or me to do at that point in time. I couldn't walk through Walgreen's to get him some vitamin he thinks he needs TODAY, and for which he has at least a two-week supply left at home. And he's bleeding and talking so I can't understand a word he says, which I mentioned several times, and finally told him not to talk any more. Use sign language. Well, he, not being Italian didn't work well with that idea.
We finally got all our drugs and headed home. I actually konked out shortly after we walked in the door. He was already asleep in the car by the time we got home. And, yeah, I knew I didn't have to make any supper because he couldn't eat anything, and he wasn't in the mood for anything liquid either. So, I didn't guilt trip about sleeping until 7 p.m. when a nice soothing thunderstorm woke me up.
So, that was our day. Another day of doing little -- oh yeah, I did three loads of wash before I took Alan to the dentist. The third load is still in the dryer.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Bad day
Well, we both went to see the doctor today. She thinks Alan might have a thyroid problem. She understands and keeps emphasizing that his recovery from shingles will be very long and very slow, if ever. His immune system just will not support much improvement. So, he's on THE PATCH. No, not a nicotine patch, but a lydocain patch. I forget the exact name of it, but he's on it for 12 hours a day, then off it. It really does seem to help.
I, on the other, hand, am sliding DOWN the slippery slope that happens after age 60. She believes I'm have a "flare up" of fibromyalgia which cannot be controlled by the drugs I'm taking. It's out the realm of control that the drugs give me. So, I hurt, and I hurt bad. I mean, I feel like I fell off my bike and skinned my knees, but I feel like that all over my body, every bit of it. Every nerve end is stinging. Today is the worst I've been so far. I've been in tears most of the day (staying away from Alan because he gets very upset when I cry because I'm hurting).
So, now what do I do. I can't stand being an invalid. I enjoy doing things. Should I quit Creative Memories (again), or should I take a leave of absence. Should I bury my head in the ground and ignore everything, and just hope something better happens?
I pray. I pray. And, I pray. I ask that God will grant me relief -- and perhaps He is, maybe it would be worse if I weren't depending on Him to help me through this.
I know this is depressing to anyone reading it. But who knows about fibromyalgia anyway? I didn't until a few months ago. I mean I knew it existed, I just didn't know what it did to the body and what it felt like -- well I did know what it felt like, but I didn't know that I knew what it felt like because I didn't know I had it. Now I know what it feels like.
Other things happened today and I don't know whether I want to record them. Just to say, I'm not speaking to Alan for a while. All I wanted to do was go out to eat. He didn't. So, instead, I struggled through grocery shopping so I would have something to serve him for dinner, and for which he had to wait in the car while I shopped. 'Nuf said.
I, on the other, hand, am sliding DOWN the slippery slope that happens after age 60. She believes I'm have a "flare up" of fibromyalgia which cannot be controlled by the drugs I'm taking. It's out the realm of control that the drugs give me. So, I hurt, and I hurt bad. I mean, I feel like I fell off my bike and skinned my knees, but I feel like that all over my body, every bit of it. Every nerve end is stinging. Today is the worst I've been so far. I've been in tears most of the day (staying away from Alan because he gets very upset when I cry because I'm hurting).
So, now what do I do. I can't stand being an invalid. I enjoy doing things. Should I quit Creative Memories (again), or should I take a leave of absence. Should I bury my head in the ground and ignore everything, and just hope something better happens?
I pray. I pray. And, I pray. I ask that God will grant me relief -- and perhaps He is, maybe it would be worse if I weren't depending on Him to help me through this.
I know this is depressing to anyone reading it. But who knows about fibromyalgia anyway? I didn't until a few months ago. I mean I knew it existed, I just didn't know what it did to the body and what it felt like -- well I did know what it felt like, but I didn't know that I knew what it felt like because I didn't know I had it. Now I know what it feels like.
Other things happened today and I don't know whether I want to record them. Just to say, I'm not speaking to Alan for a while. All I wanted to do was go out to eat. He didn't. So, instead, I struggled through grocery shopping so I would have something to serve him for dinner, and for which he had to wait in the car while I shopped. 'Nuf said.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Yippie ki yo ki yeah!
I found me a butcher. For two years Alan and I have been tolerating cardboard tasting meat. I thought I had a butcher back at our old haunts, but that didn't come to fruition. I don't like it when I order something then three months later it still hasn't come in. I mean, how difficult would it be for a TRUE butcher to find a source for lamb or duck?
So, today a neighbor told me that one of our neighbors works for a butcher in his spare time -- he's a student at NKU. And so I did a little scouting and found the store and yes, yes, yes there is a true butcher on the premises. They cut their own beef -- they get sides and make the cuts fresh twice a week. (Tuesday and Friday). So if I go on Tuesday or Friday I'll get really fresh cuts of meat. And he was willing to order me veal and lamb and duck. I'm a happy camper. Boy, am I a happy camper.
I put a chuck roast in the oven as soon as I got home, topped it with potatoes, onions, and carrots, and will serve it with fresh tomatoes and basil salad. Yes, I am now getting fresh, home-grown tomatoes, right from the vine, with just a little green still showing, or not. And after last week's experience with testing the tomatoes I know they are really, really good. They do, after all, taste like tomatoes -- isn't that the true test of any food? It must taste like it's supposed to.
I guess kids today, unless they were raised like mine where I stalked the farmers' markets all summer and used the freshest fruits and vegetables I could get, and canned a lot, don't even know what a good tomato tastes like. The tomatoes in the stores are NOT good tomatoes. Even my favorite produce market doesn't have good tomatoes. I know the difference, and Alan knows the difference.
So, I'm getting ready to make my favorite tomato and basil and onion salad -- Alan likes it too. My only regret is that I won't be sopping up the juice with Italian bread, since we've cut out bread for at least one more month.
The pain in the knee is worse today than it has been for months, but the butcher shop required only 8 steps to get to the case where the meet was displayed and where I could talk to the butcher to place an order, then 8 steps back to the car. Not bad. And at the farmer's market I lucked out and got a parking space right next to the first truck which had my tomatoes. So, I thank the Lord for answering my prayer -- Please let me get close enough not to have to walk too many steps to get what we need.
I'm set for at least a week.
Bible study tonight. We're still working through the book of Mark. Since I last the last couple of weeks, I'm not sure which chapter we're enjoying tonight, but I know it will be enjoyable and helpful and a blessing.
So, today a neighbor told me that one of our neighbors works for a butcher in his spare time -- he's a student at NKU. And so I did a little scouting and found the store and yes, yes, yes there is a true butcher on the premises. They cut their own beef -- they get sides and make the cuts fresh twice a week. (Tuesday and Friday). So if I go on Tuesday or Friday I'll get really fresh cuts of meat. And he was willing to order me veal and lamb and duck. I'm a happy camper. Boy, am I a happy camper.
I put a chuck roast in the oven as soon as I got home, topped it with potatoes, onions, and carrots, and will serve it with fresh tomatoes and basil salad. Yes, I am now getting fresh, home-grown tomatoes, right from the vine, with just a little green still showing, or not. And after last week's experience with testing the tomatoes I know they are really, really good. They do, after all, taste like tomatoes -- isn't that the true test of any food? It must taste like it's supposed to.
I guess kids today, unless they were raised like mine where I stalked the farmers' markets all summer and used the freshest fruits and vegetables I could get, and canned a lot, don't even know what a good tomato tastes like. The tomatoes in the stores are NOT good tomatoes. Even my favorite produce market doesn't have good tomatoes. I know the difference, and Alan knows the difference.
So, I'm getting ready to make my favorite tomato and basil and onion salad -- Alan likes it too. My only regret is that I won't be sopping up the juice with Italian bread, since we've cut out bread for at least one more month.
The pain in the knee is worse today than it has been for months, but the butcher shop required only 8 steps to get to the case where the meet was displayed and where I could talk to the butcher to place an order, then 8 steps back to the car. Not bad. And at the farmer's market I lucked out and got a parking space right next to the first truck which had my tomatoes. So, I thank the Lord for answering my prayer -- Please let me get close enough not to have to walk too many steps to get what we need.
I'm set for at least a week.
Bible study tonight. We're still working through the book of Mark. Since I last the last couple of weeks, I'm not sure which chapter we're enjoying tonight, but I know it will be enjoyable and helpful and a blessing.
Monday, June 23, 2008
More on Monday
I was thinking about how much I love where I live. And how it has morphed since we moved in here. The deck has been enclosed and become a sun porch which is useable all year round, mostly. There are a few days in the winter when I can't spend any time out there, but most of the year it's open for business.
My bedroom, which I absolutely love, and which is think is beautiful, is now sea-foam green, or is is blue, I can't tell, but the color is somewhere between pale green and pale blue, but not aqua. And that has changed from purple and lavender to the new color. Alan wanted the purple and that's what we had in our old house, so I kept it, but I so wanted a change, and this year, I was given a few gift coupons to Pier One for various reasons and I bought new curtains and I got new pillow covers at Bed, Bath, and Beyond. I love those stores.
My kitchen is still one of my favorite places, but my knee hurts to bad whenever I'm doing something in there. I don't know what it is, but after I've been working for even just a few minutes, my knee collapses and the pain is awful. Only in that room. I can stand in any other room and not have that problem.
Of course, I still enjoy my HUGE bathroom. The tub especially is wonderful. It's big enough for me -- which means because I'm a fat lady, it's a big, tub.
So, I'm blessed, yes I am. God has allowed me and Alan to have this wonderful home in a wonderful neighborhood with a lot of good Christian neighbors with whom we share a lot of things -- mostly wounded knees!
I'm still mulling over my trip to Mt. Airy and Bristol. Alan thinks I should take 10 days -- as far as I'm concerned that's not an option. Too many days without him. Also, I don't think he will be able to handle that many days without me. I will pre-fill his syringes, and he will have to give himself his own shots, which I don't think he's going to like very much. He used to do that when he had a pen that self injected the correct amount of interferon, but actually plunging the needle in his belly? I don't know if he'll be able to do that without fainting. He does have a tendency to pass out whenever they draw his blood. When I give him his shot, he just turns his head and when it's over I tell him. Apparently, when you get a shot in the belly, you don't feel it. I don't want to test that thesis, but that's what I'm told.
So, Monday, June 23, is almost over, and it was a good day. Thank you Lord.
My bedroom, which I absolutely love, and which is think is beautiful, is now sea-foam green, or is is blue, I can't tell, but the color is somewhere between pale green and pale blue, but not aqua. And that has changed from purple and lavender to the new color. Alan wanted the purple and that's what we had in our old house, so I kept it, but I so wanted a change, and this year, I was given a few gift coupons to Pier One for various reasons and I bought new curtains and I got new pillow covers at Bed, Bath, and Beyond. I love those stores.
My kitchen is still one of my favorite places, but my knee hurts to bad whenever I'm doing something in there. I don't know what it is, but after I've been working for even just a few minutes, my knee collapses and the pain is awful. Only in that room. I can stand in any other room and not have that problem.
Of course, I still enjoy my HUGE bathroom. The tub especially is wonderful. It's big enough for me -- which means because I'm a fat lady, it's a big, tub.
So, I'm blessed, yes I am. God has allowed me and Alan to have this wonderful home in a wonderful neighborhood with a lot of good Christian neighbors with whom we share a lot of things -- mostly wounded knees!
I'm still mulling over my trip to Mt. Airy and Bristol. Alan thinks I should take 10 days -- as far as I'm concerned that's not an option. Too many days without him. Also, I don't think he will be able to handle that many days without me. I will pre-fill his syringes, and he will have to give himself his own shots, which I don't think he's going to like very much. He used to do that when he had a pen that self injected the correct amount of interferon, but actually plunging the needle in his belly? I don't know if he'll be able to do that without fainting. He does have a tendency to pass out whenever they draw his blood. When I give him his shot, he just turns his head and when it's over I tell him. Apparently, when you get a shot in the belly, you don't feel it. I don't want to test that thesis, but that's what I'm told.
So, Monday, June 23, is almost over, and it was a good day. Thank you Lord.
I love Monday
I love Monday. I always have. I have never disliked going to work on Monday morning because almost every job I ever had I loved at the time I had it, and was glad to be back at my desk on Monday morning.
I love Mondays because, well, honestly, Rush Limbaugh is back on after two days of quiet. I sort of need to know what is going on in the political world, and he lets me know as only he can.
I love Mondays because I can sleep in. It wasn't always that way, but it is now. Sundays isn't a sleep-in day. And Alan and I don't schedule anything for Monday, so I can sleep in, if I want to. Today was such a day. After being up at 5 a.m. on Sunday, it was nice not to even wake up until 9:30. That's so unusual for me. I'm usually awake 10 or 12 times through the night, but last night I slept from about 1 a.m. until 9 a.m. How nice is that? I didn't even get up to go to the bathroom -- a fact of life for older women. Actually the going to the bathroom a couple of times a night started with my last pregnancy and never stopped. So, if I sleep though the night it's a rarity. And, no, I didn't wet the bed, and no, I wasn't wearing a pull-up.
So, I did my usual stuff, like I talked about yesterday. Except I didn't get coffee until almost 1 o'clock this afternoon. I had to make a new pot, and open a new package of coffee, and I didn't feel like doing that until AFTER the pills took effect. Then I made coffee. And I just love the first pot from the first scoops of coffee from a new package of coffee. And, I even cleaned the pot with soap, instead of just rinsing it out before I made the coffee. So that pot of coffee was exceptional.
I was going to make fettuccine with white sauce and bacon for dinner tonight, but realized I don't have enough milk to do that, so I had to go to plan B. Chicken salad in tomato cups with croissant on the side. I hope it's enough for Alan. It will be for me.
I noticed that the scale said I lost a couple more pounds. Just another sign that the steroids I got were just sugar pills.
It's a beautiful day today, so far. It's only 80 degrees and it's almost 4 pm. I assume that's as hot as it's going to get. I'm going to go out on the porch and get some photos sorted and some papers gathered so I can make a Stamper Grandchildren Album -- my next scrap booking project.
I love Mondays because, well, honestly, Rush Limbaugh is back on after two days of quiet. I sort of need to know what is going on in the political world, and he lets me know as only he can.
I love Mondays because I can sleep in. It wasn't always that way, but it is now. Sundays isn't a sleep-in day. And Alan and I don't schedule anything for Monday, so I can sleep in, if I want to. Today was such a day. After being up at 5 a.m. on Sunday, it was nice not to even wake up until 9:30. That's so unusual for me. I'm usually awake 10 or 12 times through the night, but last night I slept from about 1 a.m. until 9 a.m. How nice is that? I didn't even get up to go to the bathroom -- a fact of life for older women. Actually the going to the bathroom a couple of times a night started with my last pregnancy and never stopped. So, if I sleep though the night it's a rarity. And, no, I didn't wet the bed, and no, I wasn't wearing a pull-up.
So, I did my usual stuff, like I talked about yesterday. Except I didn't get coffee until almost 1 o'clock this afternoon. I had to make a new pot, and open a new package of coffee, and I didn't feel like doing that until AFTER the pills took effect. Then I made coffee. And I just love the first pot from the first scoops of coffee from a new package of coffee. And, I even cleaned the pot with soap, instead of just rinsing it out before I made the coffee. So that pot of coffee was exceptional.
I was going to make fettuccine with white sauce and bacon for dinner tonight, but realized I don't have enough milk to do that, so I had to go to plan B. Chicken salad in tomato cups with croissant on the side. I hope it's enough for Alan. It will be for me.
I noticed that the scale said I lost a couple more pounds. Just another sign that the steroids I got were just sugar pills.
It's a beautiful day today, so far. It's only 80 degrees and it's almost 4 pm. I assume that's as hot as it's going to get. I'm going to go out on the porch and get some photos sorted and some papers gathered so I can make a Stamper Grandchildren Album -- my next scrap booking project.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Is there a change in the weather coming?
I woke up at 5 a.m. in terrible pain -- my whole body hurt -- like a bad case of the flu. But I had no fever or any other symptoms. So, I figured the fibromyalgia was acting up. It wasn't time yet for the meds for that ailment, but I took them anyway and by about 7 a.m. I was feeling better. However, I couldn't get back to sleep.
So, I decided around 6:30 to go out on the sun porch and watch the sun come up. Well, that didn't happen. It was just too cold. I'm telling you this on a day when the high temp got into the mid-80s. But, this a.m. it was pretty frosty out there. So, I didn't sit out there and watch the sun come up. I went back to bed and faced the window to watch the sunrise. Fell asleep before I saw it, but I need some extra zzzz's.
Then this afternoon I spent an hour talking to Deb. We talk about everything under the sun, including sunrises that I don't get to see. She's such a sweet thing, and I love her to pieces. I can't wait until I finally get down to Mt. Airy for my long anticipated visit (anticipated on my end). I hope I get to see her daughter, Jennifer, as well. I need to get some science materials to her for her home-schooling endeavors.
So, Sunday is almost over. I see no change in the weather, but the aches and pains continue. The knee, of course, is a lost cause. And, I can't believe that another weekend is in the can, so to speak. Where does time go?
It seems like my life is get up, have a cup of coffee, take my pills. Wait for the pain to subside to a level that I can function with, and clear up the kitchen, only to make it a mess again by getting Alan his lunch. Notice I'm not eating here. There's nothing in the house, presently, that I would enjoy eating. Then I read or do something sedentary so I don't fracture my already fractured knee (rhetorically speaking), and it's time for me to mess up the kitchen again and make dinner. We eat dinner. I clean up the dinner mess. Then I go to my computer, read my e-mails, write something (or not) on the BLOGs, and watch one hour of TV, then it's into bed with a book which I read until around 11:30 or 12:00. And, then it's another day. How boring is that?
I didn't get down to the pool today. My scooter has two flat tires and I'm waiting for Alan to pump them up. I supposed I'll be doing that chore myself tomorrow morning as I need to get some smelly trash out of her and down to the dumpster, which Alan puts off until I scream and yell and fake vomiting because the stench is so bad. I don't understand why he doesn't smell it.
So, this is my not to positive BLOG on a day when the pain has me wanting to just pump myself up with something that will put me into a coma so I don't feel anything.
The bright spot of the day was my sister's call. Thanks Deb. I love you, sweetheart. You are such an encouragement to me. I always feel better after I talk with you. See you soon.
So, I decided around 6:30 to go out on the sun porch and watch the sun come up. Well, that didn't happen. It was just too cold. I'm telling you this on a day when the high temp got into the mid-80s. But, this a.m. it was pretty frosty out there. So, I didn't sit out there and watch the sun come up. I went back to bed and faced the window to watch the sunrise. Fell asleep before I saw it, but I need some extra zzzz's.
Then this afternoon I spent an hour talking to Deb. We talk about everything under the sun, including sunrises that I don't get to see. She's such a sweet thing, and I love her to pieces. I can't wait until I finally get down to Mt. Airy for my long anticipated visit (anticipated on my end). I hope I get to see her daughter, Jennifer, as well. I need to get some science materials to her for her home-schooling endeavors.
So, Sunday is almost over. I see no change in the weather, but the aches and pains continue. The knee, of course, is a lost cause. And, I can't believe that another weekend is in the can, so to speak. Where does time go?
It seems like my life is get up, have a cup of coffee, take my pills. Wait for the pain to subside to a level that I can function with, and clear up the kitchen, only to make it a mess again by getting Alan his lunch. Notice I'm not eating here. There's nothing in the house, presently, that I would enjoy eating. Then I read or do something sedentary so I don't fracture my already fractured knee (rhetorically speaking), and it's time for me to mess up the kitchen again and make dinner. We eat dinner. I clean up the dinner mess. Then I go to my computer, read my e-mails, write something (or not) on the BLOGs, and watch one hour of TV, then it's into bed with a book which I read until around 11:30 or 12:00. And, then it's another day. How boring is that?
I didn't get down to the pool today. My scooter has two flat tires and I'm waiting for Alan to pump them up. I supposed I'll be doing that chore myself tomorrow morning as I need to get some smelly trash out of her and down to the dumpster, which Alan puts off until I scream and yell and fake vomiting because the stench is so bad. I don't understand why he doesn't smell it.
So, this is my not to positive BLOG on a day when the pain has me wanting to just pump myself up with something that will put me into a coma so I don't feel anything.
The bright spot of the day was my sister's call. Thanks Deb. I love you, sweetheart. You are such an encouragement to me. I always feel better after I talk with you. See you soon.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
It's Saturday
One of those lazy days of summer. I went down to the pool just to show myself. I am the pool chairperson after all, so I thought I should show up once in a while. I got on the scooter and scooted down to the pool, said "Hi" to all those sunning their bodies, and moved on. I then met up with other neighbors along the way and we chatted. Alan was surprised that I was gone for almost two hours. He missed me.
He had to make his own lunch, that's why he missed me.
He reminded me at 10:30 a.m. that I hadn't made him any coffee and he was in sore need of it. REMINDER TO SELF: Teach Alan how to make coffee in the coffee maker. He's going to be on his own for a whole week. He needs to know how to do that.
Knee is still giving me fits, not as bad as yesterday, but still biting, gnawing pain when I stand up or walk.
While I was at the pool I asked for ideas what to make for supper tonight. I get tired of thinking of things to make. Several suggested spaghetti. So, spaghetti it was. I made sausage sauce, and it was delish. Alan even liked it. And I made a salad -- three way. (lettuce, cucumber, tomato); and then I also made a dessert -- angel food cake with vanilla pudding and fresh strawberries. The strawberries were cut up and sugared yesterday so they had a little bit of a bite, but they whole thing put together was quite good.
So, now I'm off to my corner to read for a while. Another Louis L'amour book is on the agenda for bedtime. One of his short stories books.
TAF June 21, 2008
He had to make his own lunch, that's why he missed me.
He reminded me at 10:30 a.m. that I hadn't made him any coffee and he was in sore need of it. REMINDER TO SELF: Teach Alan how to make coffee in the coffee maker. He's going to be on his own for a whole week. He needs to know how to do that.
Knee is still giving me fits, not as bad as yesterday, but still biting, gnawing pain when I stand up or walk.
While I was at the pool I asked for ideas what to make for supper tonight. I get tired of thinking of things to make. Several suggested spaghetti. So, spaghetti it was. I made sausage sauce, and it was delish. Alan even liked it. And I made a salad -- three way. (lettuce, cucumber, tomato); and then I also made a dessert -- angel food cake with vanilla pudding and fresh strawberries. The strawberries were cut up and sugared yesterday so they had a little bit of a bite, but they whole thing put together was quite good.
So, now I'm off to my corner to read for a while. Another Louis L'amour book is on the agenda for bedtime. One of his short stories books.
TAF June 21, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Community Board meetings
I'm off to my first CBM in a year. Last year at this time I resigned from any involvement in any community committees because I was feeling not quite too well and Alan was so sick.
But then, I'm not one to keep quiet or out of things, so I find that I'm back into the swing of things reporting on three items for the board. The swimming pool committee -- of which I was handed the chair because no one else would do it; the scrapbooking group, which I started and love; and the community historian, which I am doing because I'm the main scrapbooker and I take lots of pictures. So you see where I'm going with this? I am also the person who maintains the community telephone directory. And from time to time I do on-line research on topics about which the board needs input. So while I'm not walking about much, my mind is constantly going hither and thither (as Jane Austin would have put it).
The meeting starts in a just a few minutes, so I'm typing my fingers off to get finished before Alan and I leave to the meeting. He, too, while he is no longer on a the board is still pretty heavily involved in community actions -- he's head of the finance committee -- he and his committee decide how to get money, save money, and spend money in a cost effective manner.
I am becoming a conspiracist I think. I have three meds that are supposed to make me feel better. I already finished the steroids -- NOTHING, nada happened. I was to relieved when I didn't get hyper, but I didn't get the chipmunk cheeks and I didn't get any relief from the pain. The pain meds I'm taking for fibromyalgia don't seem to be doing a thing. I can't even get comfortable in bed or on a chair at this point. Every pressure point hurts so bad. So, I'm thinking Walgreen's gets its meds from China and they want us sick so they just put sugar in them and shape them like the real thing, but they do nothing at all for the person who is taking them.
Alan and I both are heading back to Dr. Caoili. Me to find out why the steroids did nothing, and he to get his BP checked and his Rx renewed. Silly, but that's the rule. You have to go back to the doc to get the Rx renewed for BP meds.
That's all scheduled for next week. Alan's trip to the dentist will cost us about $2000 if he opts for the pull technique. If he opts for the repair technique, it will cost $5000. I guess you know what I'm thinking. LOL
But then, I'm not one to keep quiet or out of things, so I find that I'm back into the swing of things reporting on three items for the board. The swimming pool committee -- of which I was handed the chair because no one else would do it; the scrapbooking group, which I started and love; and the community historian, which I am doing because I'm the main scrapbooker and I take lots of pictures. So you see where I'm going with this? I am also the person who maintains the community telephone directory. And from time to time I do on-line research on topics about which the board needs input. So while I'm not walking about much, my mind is constantly going hither and thither (as Jane Austin would have put it).
The meeting starts in a just a few minutes, so I'm typing my fingers off to get finished before Alan and I leave to the meeting. He, too, while he is no longer on a the board is still pretty heavily involved in community actions -- he's head of the finance committee -- he and his committee decide how to get money, save money, and spend money in a cost effective manner.
I am becoming a conspiracist I think. I have three meds that are supposed to make me feel better. I already finished the steroids -- NOTHING, nada happened. I was to relieved when I didn't get hyper, but I didn't get the chipmunk cheeks and I didn't get any relief from the pain. The pain meds I'm taking for fibromyalgia don't seem to be doing a thing. I can't even get comfortable in bed or on a chair at this point. Every pressure point hurts so bad. So, I'm thinking Walgreen's gets its meds from China and they want us sick so they just put sugar in them and shape them like the real thing, but they do nothing at all for the person who is taking them.
Alan and I both are heading back to Dr. Caoili. Me to find out why the steroids did nothing, and he to get his BP checked and his Rx renewed. Silly, but that's the rule. You have to go back to the doc to get the Rx renewed for BP meds.
That's all scheduled for next week. Alan's trip to the dentist will cost us about $2000 if he opts for the pull technique. If he opts for the repair technique, it will cost $5000. I guess you know what I'm thinking. LOL
Monday, June 16, 2008
Still haven't switched
Well, another day is gone, almost, and I still haven't switched The Fat Lady Sings to a word document. Will I even do that? Who knows? Only God.
I went to visit Rhoda today. She looks good. She sounds bad. She was in the hospital for a week and nobody told me. I wondered why I hadn't seen her husband, Bob, around. I just figured it was too hot. Well, she's home now, and just had a "spell" that often happens during chemotherapy. She was given blood and antibiotics and is back home now. Her spirits are good because the tumors are shrinking and the doctor cannot feel any swollen glands any more.
I spent the morning on the porch -- we had a thunder storm but no wind with the storm so I could sit out on the porch and enjoy the breeze and cool air that came through. I certainly enjoy that room.
Well, I went to the library today and got several more Louis L'Amour books. Can't wait to get started on them.
I'm now getting ready to serve dinner. Alan will probably not eat much. It's chicken (again). I love chicken and could eat it every day, but Alan doesn't. He likes ham. I hate ham. I mean I really don't like ham. It's too salty and it makes me thirsty and I have to get a big one that means we have to have ham for dinner every night for a week. Not gonna happen very often.
Alan doesn't particularly like beef either unless it's meatloaf. So he eats the chicken, and I try to make it different and disguise the taste with sauces. I think his favorite is a honey mustard sauce, which is how it will be served tonight. Yuck. My chicken will be sauceless, thank you very much.
That's it for June 16, 2008.
I went to visit Rhoda today. She looks good. She sounds bad. She was in the hospital for a week and nobody told me. I wondered why I hadn't seen her husband, Bob, around. I just figured it was too hot. Well, she's home now, and just had a "spell" that often happens during chemotherapy. She was given blood and antibiotics and is back home now. Her spirits are good because the tumors are shrinking and the doctor cannot feel any swollen glands any more.
I spent the morning on the porch -- we had a thunder storm but no wind with the storm so I could sit out on the porch and enjoy the breeze and cool air that came through. I certainly enjoy that room.
Well, I went to the library today and got several more Louis L'Amour books. Can't wait to get started on them.
I'm now getting ready to serve dinner. Alan will probably not eat much. It's chicken (again). I love chicken and could eat it every day, but Alan doesn't. He likes ham. I hate ham. I mean I really don't like ham. It's too salty and it makes me thirsty and I have to get a big one that means we have to have ham for dinner every night for a week. Not gonna happen very often.
Alan doesn't particularly like beef either unless it's meatloaf. So he eats the chicken, and I try to make it different and disguise the taste with sauces. I think his favorite is a honey mustard sauce, which is how it will be served tonight. Yuck. My chicken will be sauceless, thank you very much.
That's it for June 16, 2008.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Father's Day
Well, yesterday, Saturday, the day before Father's Day 2008 we went up to Columbus, OH to attend the graduation party for Nicholas Hahn. It was a fine day. The exhaustion we had afterwards was worth the trip.
On the way up we stopped at the Pottery Barn Outlet and since everything thing in the store was an extra 30 percent off, it was very, very crowded. It was a time for me to shop -- push through the pain and shop, while Alan sat on a chair in the store and read one of their books. I had to wait almost 1/2 hour in the check-out line. It was very, very long. And extremely slow. Well, of course it would be with everybody (including me) buying so much stuff at 30 percent off.
I got a new blanket for our bed, a new duvet cover for the quilt, and some new pillow cases, towels, and washclothes -- in my new color, which is a sea-foam green/blue. I love this color. It's not aqua. It's not blue. It's not green. It a combo of both colors, though, and depending on the day it's green, or it's blue.
I never realized that duvet covers had little strings in them so you could tie the quilt into place. Duh! I've been using duvet covers for at least 20 years and never realized that before. And, of course, they don't come with any kind of instructions, so who knew?
Today, Cyndi and her children, sans Ellie, came over for a nice visit. They stayed for over an hour, which was wonderful. The boys are so well-behaved. A real pleasure to have them around. And they are talkative, which I like. They talk to me and Alan and tell us about themselves and what's going on in their lives. It was nice.
So, today is Father's Day, and we're just basically lazing around. Not doing much. The steroids are working some, but I still hurt, just not as much. I guess because I've been so active the last two days, I'm feeling it. But, I work when I can.
So, that brings me up-to-date in the journaling category. Now, back to Runnemede Remembered.
On the way up we stopped at the Pottery Barn Outlet and since everything thing in the store was an extra 30 percent off, it was very, very crowded. It was a time for me to shop -- push through the pain and shop, while Alan sat on a chair in the store and read one of their books. I had to wait almost 1/2 hour in the check-out line. It was very, very long. And extremely slow. Well, of course it would be with everybody (including me) buying so much stuff at 30 percent off.
I got a new blanket for our bed, a new duvet cover for the quilt, and some new pillow cases, towels, and washclothes -- in my new color, which is a sea-foam green/blue. I love this color. It's not aqua. It's not blue. It's not green. It a combo of both colors, though, and depending on the day it's green, or it's blue.
I never realized that duvet covers had little strings in them so you could tie the quilt into place. Duh! I've been using duvet covers for at least 20 years and never realized that before. And, of course, they don't come with any kind of instructions, so who knew?
Today, Cyndi and her children, sans Ellie, came over for a nice visit. They stayed for over an hour, which was wonderful. The boys are so well-behaved. A real pleasure to have them around. And they are talkative, which I like. They talk to me and Alan and tell us about themselves and what's going on in their lives. It was nice.
So, today is Father's Day, and we're just basically lazing around. Not doing much. The steroids are working some, but I still hurt, just not as much. I guess because I've been so active the last two days, I'm feeling it. But, I work when I can.
So, that brings me up-to-date in the journaling category. Now, back to Runnemede Remembered.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Chipmunk cheeks
Well, the chipmunk cheeks are back, thanks to Prednezone. But I'm beginning to feel a bit better. I still hurt a lot, but not as badly as I did yesterday.
And, wonder of all wonders, I was able to sleep last night. Usually the first day and night on P=zone I'm so wound up I can't sleep, all I can do is move, move, move -- albeit slowly.
Today, Megan came, did some Krogering for me, and house-cleaned the small bathroom. So, that's two rooms down, three to go, plus one gigantic pantry, and one small attic.
I'm enjoying this personal shopping thing, and I hope Alan doesn't mind spending the money for someone to shop for us. It really does help me so very much. And Megan is a wonderful, conscientious shopper. She always gets the right things. I just love having her to work for us even if it's only for a few weeks.
I will need to do some cleaning myself between now and next Wednesday -- Anita Hay is coming to visit, and Olivia may be spending the night on Friday, and then Robert and Anita will pick her up on Saturday. It willbe great to fellowship with Anita again.
So, I'm back on my back for a while. The chicken is roasting, and Alan is doing what he does. When the oven timer goes off, I'll get dinner ready.
Sunday is Father's Day and I know that Cyndi and her children will be coming over. I'd best get some cookies ready or brownies or something for them to eat. Make some fresh lemonade?
I hope Toria is able to go scrapbooking with me tomorrow night. If not, that's okay. I know she has better things to do than spend time with her crotchety old grandmother.
And, wonder of all wonders, I was able to sleep last night. Usually the first day and night on P=zone I'm so wound up I can't sleep, all I can do is move, move, move -- albeit slowly.
Today, Megan came, did some Krogering for me, and house-cleaned the small bathroom. So, that's two rooms down, three to go, plus one gigantic pantry, and one small attic.
I'm enjoying this personal shopping thing, and I hope Alan doesn't mind spending the money for someone to shop for us. It really does help me so very much. And Megan is a wonderful, conscientious shopper. She always gets the right things. I just love having her to work for us even if it's only for a few weeks.
I will need to do some cleaning myself between now and next Wednesday -- Anita Hay is coming to visit, and Olivia may be spending the night on Friday, and then Robert and Anita will pick her up on Saturday. It willbe great to fellowship with Anita again.
So, I'm back on my back for a while. The chicken is roasting, and Alan is doing what he does. When the oven timer goes off, I'll get dinner ready.
Sunday is Father's Day and I know that Cyndi and her children will be coming over. I'd best get some cookies ready or brownies or something for them to eat. Make some fresh lemonade?
I hope Toria is able to go scrapbooking with me tomorrow night. If not, that's okay. I know she has better things to do than spend time with her crotchety old grandmother.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
The fat lady gets fatter
First of all I weighed myself this a.m. and was down two pounds! Great news, right?
Well, by tomorrow I'll be up 10 pounds -- well maybe not that much, but I'll be fatter. I'll have my chipmunk face back (that's Micki's description of prednezone face).
I went to Dr. Caoili today and the knee problem is really sciatic nerve problem -- because the pain in behind the knee and down the back of the leg. Duh! Why didn't I figure that out? Because the higher part of the nerve didn't hurt, that's why!
So, I started on prenezone again and I'll be a wreck tomorrow when Megan comes to clean. I'll probably yell at her, and Alan has been warned to stay away from me -- lady on steroids is worse than lady who is pregnant. No sleep tonight or tomorrow night. Then I'll be find, the pain will be gone for a few weeks, and I'll be able to get to the pool and swim, etc. I'll be able to have the grandchildren join me for a swim now and then this summer.
So, folks while I'm typing at 200 words per minute -- as fast as I'm thinking -- it's only temporary. I'm like the Tazmanian Devil right now -- running and moving very fast. Talking fast. Talking loud. Leaving a dust trail behind me, etc.
Enough for 6/11/08.
Well, by tomorrow I'll be up 10 pounds -- well maybe not that much, but I'll be fatter. I'll have my chipmunk face back (that's Micki's description of prednezone face).
I went to Dr. Caoili today and the knee problem is really sciatic nerve problem -- because the pain in behind the knee and down the back of the leg. Duh! Why didn't I figure that out? Because the higher part of the nerve didn't hurt, that's why!
So, I started on prenezone again and I'll be a wreck tomorrow when Megan comes to clean. I'll probably yell at her, and Alan has been warned to stay away from me -- lady on steroids is worse than lady who is pregnant. No sleep tonight or tomorrow night. Then I'll be find, the pain will be gone for a few weeks, and I'll be able to get to the pool and swim, etc. I'll be able to have the grandchildren join me for a swim now and then this summer.
So, folks while I'm typing at 200 words per minute -- as fast as I'm thinking -- it's only temporary. I'm like the Tazmanian Devil right now -- running and moving very fast. Talking fast. Talking loud. Leaving a dust trail behind me, etc.
Enough for 6/11/08.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Pretty much done
I'm pretty much finished cleaning out my Fibber McGee closet -- the one in my office. The closet was emptied (by me) and then refilled in an organized manner (by me), and now there are only three boxes of scrap booking things to sort through and file away in their proper containers. Mostly, I have albums - no pages, just the outsides - Creative Memories calls them album cover sets. I have 10 large album coversets and 10 8x8 cover sets. I'm going to sell them for $10 a piece -- normal price is $25 for the 12x12 and $15 for the 8x8. Either way, it's a bargain. That includes all taxes and shipping costs, too. So it's really a deal. Then whoever buys them can buy the insides which cost anywhere from $8 for the 8x8 white, to $25 for the special pages.
Personally I like the portrait sleeve pages -- you get a cover and page in one gadget and it certainly is more cost effective.
The last task is to sort through all the paper packs I have and put them in color order so I can readily access them when I need a certain color. I have the drawers, but Alan is still behind in fixing the cabinet. Personally, the cabinet is fine, he just wants to make it like it was 100 years ago. That "a'int" going to happen. I can guarantee that.
I'm not scrap booking in the traditional sense anymore until I get the Wild West photo album finished -- and that's a computer deal. I'm using Story Book Creator 2 from Creative Memories, and I really like it, but I'm not aggressive about finishing the book. I have about 20 pages finished, have used about 100 of the 400 photos so far. At the rate I'm going, I'll finish by the end of August. That's not a complaint. Actually, I'm pleased I've finished as much as I have.
With trying to get the house completely cleaned really well this summer, going on a trip to Mt. Airy, NC for a week in July -- to be with my sister -- it's not realistic to think I would get more finished than I have.
There's a scrap booking crop on Friday night and I want to go, but I'm only using the computer to work on the Wild West book.
I've been off-line by choice for the last few days. I haven't felt like "journaling" so I haven't. Which means I haven't anything to say, or my life is so not full of things to do, or it is a total bore, that "journaling" nothing would be a waste of space.
Personally I like the portrait sleeve pages -- you get a cover and page in one gadget and it certainly is more cost effective.
The last task is to sort through all the paper packs I have and put them in color order so I can readily access them when I need a certain color. I have the drawers, but Alan is still behind in fixing the cabinet. Personally, the cabinet is fine, he just wants to make it like it was 100 years ago. That "a'int" going to happen. I can guarantee that.
I'm not scrap booking in the traditional sense anymore until I get the Wild West photo album finished -- and that's a computer deal. I'm using Story Book Creator 2 from Creative Memories, and I really like it, but I'm not aggressive about finishing the book. I have about 20 pages finished, have used about 100 of the 400 photos so far. At the rate I'm going, I'll finish by the end of August. That's not a complaint. Actually, I'm pleased I've finished as much as I have.
With trying to get the house completely cleaned really well this summer, going on a trip to Mt. Airy, NC for a week in July -- to be with my sister -- it's not realistic to think I would get more finished than I have.
There's a scrap booking crop on Friday night and I want to go, but I'm only using the computer to work on the Wild West book.
I've been off-line by choice for the last few days. I haven't felt like "journaling" so I haven't. Which means I haven't anything to say, or my life is so not full of things to do, or it is a total bore, that "journaling" nothing would be a waste of space.
Friday, June 6, 2008
Summer's pleasure
I went down to the pool today. Boy was it hot. Fortunately, there was a nice breeze blowing that sort of cooled things down a bit. At least the humidity in the breeze was tolerable.
I wore myself out because Alan noticed that our bathroom was less than perfectly clean. Now, you have to know that I clean that sucker every single day. I mean scrub the floor around the toilet and the bowl and the rim, every day. But there was still that yellow paste that builds up around the floor, you know what I mean.
I found out several years ago that putting bleach on white linoleum makes it yellow and it looks like urine. Not appealing, but since the linoleum was only a month old when I discolored it, I've learned to live with it. I thought Alan had, too. Apparently not.
So, I scrubbed some more and got it as similar in color to the rest of the floor as I could. I know the floor is clean, it just doesn't look clean. Well, let me amend that -- it was clean right after I cleaned it. I can't verify that it is clean now as I write this. I mean the bathroom has been used since I cleaned it.
I'm still going to have Megan clean it even better than I can get at it. Alan doesn't believe I can get behind the toilet, but I can. I sort of bend over -- I can touch the floor with my hands by bending at the waist -- and I hold onto the floor of the scale (we have a doctor's scale next to the pot) and get behind the toilet. There you go. It's cleaned for another day.
Well, enough potty talk.
I didn't know what to have for supper so I settled on chili. Not Alan's favorite, but I didn't feel like cooking. I have to say he would have taken me out to eat, but I didn't feel like any of the places he suggested, and it was too hot, and it was Friday night. Excuses, excuses, excuses. I just didn't want to go out to eat.
Now, I'm off to bed. My knee is cracking something fierce. Every time I bend it it pops and walking is treacherous, I think. I won't walk without the walker because I'm afraid the knee is going to give out on me and I'll fall.
Well, once again this is my last "fat lady" post. Hopefully, tomorrow I'll get this all transferred to a word document, although it's nice to have the blogspot storing all this text instead of my hard drive.
J
I wore myself out because Alan noticed that our bathroom was less than perfectly clean. Now, you have to know that I clean that sucker every single day. I mean scrub the floor around the toilet and the bowl and the rim, every day. But there was still that yellow paste that builds up around the floor, you know what I mean.
I found out several years ago that putting bleach on white linoleum makes it yellow and it looks like urine. Not appealing, but since the linoleum was only a month old when I discolored it, I've learned to live with it. I thought Alan had, too. Apparently not.
So, I scrubbed some more and got it as similar in color to the rest of the floor as I could. I know the floor is clean, it just doesn't look clean. Well, let me amend that -- it was clean right after I cleaned it. I can't verify that it is clean now as I write this. I mean the bathroom has been used since I cleaned it.
I'm still going to have Megan clean it even better than I can get at it. Alan doesn't believe I can get behind the toilet, but I can. I sort of bend over -- I can touch the floor with my hands by bending at the waist -- and I hold onto the floor of the scale (we have a doctor's scale next to the pot) and get behind the toilet. There you go. It's cleaned for another day.
Well, enough potty talk.
I didn't know what to have for supper so I settled on chili. Not Alan's favorite, but I didn't feel like cooking. I have to say he would have taken me out to eat, but I didn't feel like any of the places he suggested, and it was too hot, and it was Friday night. Excuses, excuses, excuses. I just didn't want to go out to eat.
Now, I'm off to bed. My knee is cracking something fierce. Every time I bend it it pops and walking is treacherous, I think. I won't walk without the walker because I'm afraid the knee is going to give out on me and I'll fall.
Well, once again this is my last "fat lady" post. Hopefully, tomorrow I'll get this all transferred to a word document, although it's nice to have the blogspot storing all this text instead of my hard drive.
J
Thursday, June 5, 2008
I lied
Okay, I lied. I was going to put all my journaling into a Word document, but I need to transfer all these BLOG writings and I'm hurting too bad today to do more than write a few words.
Praise God the storms are past. Becky had a bit of a scare driving through the tornadic storm that hit North Vernon yesterday. They lost some roof singles, but all are okay.
I have been in that situation. I sat outside the Covington library waiting for Phil to finish work --back when he was still a teenager -- or was it the Newport library. I'm not sure which one. All I know is, I sat there in my car while a tornado went down the opposite side of the street from where I was sitting, and I watched chimney after chimney topple, and my car bounced from one side of the street to the other. I came through unscathed, but it's not something I want to make a habit of doing.
Yesterday's storms were really bad. But we had prayed the night before for protection from them for all our families, and God answered those prayers. It could have been much worse for all of us.
Today, I've been trying to get hold of the pain in my back and throw it away. It won't go. So, it's time to hit the bed and flatten myself against it. I was going to go down to the pool and have been sitting around in my bathing suit all day. Needless to say, I didn't get down to the pool. It was very hot. It only got down to 75 last night. That's pretty warm for a night-time low.
This is the end of this BLOG (maybe).
Praise God the storms are past. Becky had a bit of a scare driving through the tornadic storm that hit North Vernon yesterday. They lost some roof singles, but all are okay.
I have been in that situation. I sat outside the Covington library waiting for Phil to finish work --back when he was still a teenager -- or was it the Newport library. I'm not sure which one. All I know is, I sat there in my car while a tornado went down the opposite side of the street from where I was sitting, and I watched chimney after chimney topple, and my car bounced from one side of the street to the other. I came through unscathed, but it's not something I want to make a habit of doing.
Yesterday's storms were really bad. But we had prayed the night before for protection from them for all our families, and God answered those prayers. It could have been much worse for all of us.
Today, I've been trying to get hold of the pain in my back and throw it away. It won't go. So, it's time to hit the bed and flatten myself against it. I was going to go down to the pool and have been sitting around in my bathing suit all day. Needless to say, I didn't get down to the pool. It was very hot. It only got down to 75 last night. That's pretty warm for a night-time low.
This is the end of this BLOG (maybe).
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Stormy day
This was a very stormy day. I love storms. And this is my last day at journaling on a BLOG. I figured out that I can write a running commentary in Word on my computer and call it "Journal" and it will accomplish the same thing.
Discipline at writing the day's events.
Today I slept a long time this afternoon -- well, from 4-6.
Then I watched a really bad storm roll through.
Megan came this morning and I started out using her to clean up Alan's office -- all those cars of his had to be dusted, very carefully. Then the shelves, then the blinds, then the fan. She did a great job. And it took her three hours. Then I sent her out in the rain -- another storm just came in really fast -- and she did my grocery shopping for me at Krogers. Poor thing. She got soaked.
Then there was still 10 minutes left and I said she could leave, but she said that I had mentioned the vacuuming, so she vacuumed -- better than I do. I mean she went over everything at least three times. No dirt under my feet now. She's a great worker.
I'll have her all summer -- at least until the end of August. She working with Children at St. Lukes this summer. She wants to get a job at Children's hospital -- the hardest place in the world to try to get a job. If anyone can, though, she probably can.
Also, we're going to take David out to Tom Curry's farm. Tom is Megan's father, and there are several new colts, and he will take David (and me) horseback riding. I can't wait. I love horses.
This is the end of this BLOG.
Discipline at writing the day's events.
Today I slept a long time this afternoon -- well, from 4-6.
Then I watched a really bad storm roll through.
Megan came this morning and I started out using her to clean up Alan's office -- all those cars of his had to be dusted, very carefully. Then the shelves, then the blinds, then the fan. She did a great job. And it took her three hours. Then I sent her out in the rain -- another storm just came in really fast -- and she did my grocery shopping for me at Krogers. Poor thing. She got soaked.
Then there was still 10 minutes left and I said she could leave, but she said that I had mentioned the vacuuming, so she vacuumed -- better than I do. I mean she went over everything at least three times. No dirt under my feet now. She's a great worker.
I'll have her all summer -- at least until the end of August. She working with Children at St. Lukes this summer. She wants to get a job at Children's hospital -- the hardest place in the world to try to get a job. If anyone can, though, she probably can.
Also, we're going to take David out to Tom Curry's farm. Tom is Megan's father, and there are several new colts, and he will take David (and me) horseback riding. I can't wait. I love horses.
This is the end of this BLOG.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
My dislike for journaling
When I was a child I was asked to keep a journal. I didn't like doing it then, and I don't like doing it now. I don't know what to write in a journal, and since I'm not on some great adventure, just living day to day in my fat body, what is there to write about.
I'm glad God has given me breath for another day, but if He didn't I wouldn't complain. Of course, I wouldn't complain, duh! I'd be dead. What I mean is that I don't care if I get more days of breath or if it's time for me to leave this earth.
God has let me see my three children come to know Him and has let me see all but the three youngest grandchildren ask Jesus into their lives.
If I stay around I want to give them more insight into God's love, grace, mercy, peace, understanding, etc., but if I'm, as they say, "out of here", so what?
I do have to ask myself each day, though, have I finished the course? I truly don't know. I don't know what more I'm supposed to do to "evangelize" the world -- go into the world and preach the gospel to every creature.
Physically, I'm unable to go into the whole world. I'm barely able to spend 15 minutes at the dollar store with my granddaughter. So, I wake up, maybe, tomorrow morning, and I go forth, doing what I do each day.
I had to explain to Rosie, who was anxious to be getting to McDonald's that I had certain chores I must complete each morning before I rest or do what I want to do. That is, I must make all the beds (Alan sleeps in three different places at three different times each night because of back pain); I must clean all the toilets, and around them; and I must clean up the kitchen -- if the dishwasher needs emptying and refilling then that's what I have to do, or if it just needs some left-over dishes put into it, I have to do that, and then I have to wash off the kitchen counters (again -- I do it every night after dinner as well). I'm fanatical about this clean thing in some areas. Other areas? Not so much. In fact, I'm wading through bits and pieces of lint on my carpet, which I haven't a clue from whence they came. They're an irritant to me, but I'm too lazy to get out the vacuum cleaner.
I tried to get Rosie to vacuum for me. She would have none of that. And, as I wrote in Runnemede Remembered I don't dust very often.
Now, it's time to head out to Bible study, and I know I wrote that a little while ago, in the earlier BLOG, well, it really is time to go. Bye.
I'm glad God has given me breath for another day, but if He didn't I wouldn't complain. Of course, I wouldn't complain, duh! I'd be dead. What I mean is that I don't care if I get more days of breath or if it's time for me to leave this earth.
God has let me see my three children come to know Him and has let me see all but the three youngest grandchildren ask Jesus into their lives.
If I stay around I want to give them more insight into God's love, grace, mercy, peace, understanding, etc., but if I'm, as they say, "out of here", so what?
I do have to ask myself each day, though, have I finished the course? I truly don't know. I don't know what more I'm supposed to do to "evangelize" the world -- go into the world and preach the gospel to every creature.
Physically, I'm unable to go into the whole world. I'm barely able to spend 15 minutes at the dollar store with my granddaughter. So, I wake up, maybe, tomorrow morning, and I go forth, doing what I do each day.
I had to explain to Rosie, who was anxious to be getting to McDonald's that I had certain chores I must complete each morning before I rest or do what I want to do. That is, I must make all the beds (Alan sleeps in three different places at three different times each night because of back pain); I must clean all the toilets, and around them; and I must clean up the kitchen -- if the dishwasher needs emptying and refilling then that's what I have to do, or if it just needs some left-over dishes put into it, I have to do that, and then I have to wash off the kitchen counters (again -- I do it every night after dinner as well). I'm fanatical about this clean thing in some areas. Other areas? Not so much. In fact, I'm wading through bits and pieces of lint on my carpet, which I haven't a clue from whence they came. They're an irritant to me, but I'm too lazy to get out the vacuum cleaner.
I tried to get Rosie to vacuum for me. She would have none of that. And, as I wrote in Runnemede Remembered I don't dust very often.
Now, it's time to head out to Bible study, and I know I wrote that a little while ago, in the earlier BLOG, well, it really is time to go. Bye.
Rosie spends the night
Last night after the cropping session at the clubhouse, Rosie came over and spent the night with me. She didn't get up until almost 9 a.m., which was great for me. She didn't like my cereal -- Lucky Charms -- , so she had a banana and crackers for breakfast. While I took my shower, she watch Hannah Montana, and then I combed her hair, braided it, and got ready to go to McDonald's, Dollar Tree, and Johnny's Toys.
Of course, she wanted everything she saw at Johnny's. And when we got to Dollar Tree, I gave her $5 and told her to have at it. She is a careful shopping. She walked through the whole store first, then went back and got the five things she wanted. Good job, Rosie.
I then took her home.
We've been having thunderstorms all day. The last one was tornadic, but it was just south of us. It was a lot of lightning and thunder though. The storms started this morning, which was a shame because the plan was that Rosie was going to go swimming most of the day. Not today. I didn't realize we were going to have storms all day today.
This is my kind of weather, though. I love thunderstorms (not tornadoes). The sound of an incoming storm or an outgoing storm is very restful to me.
Alan is in a funk, don't know why. I suppose he'll tell me one of these days, and heap guilt up guilt upon me. That's how it works. I do something offensive to him, rather than tell me what it is, he goes into a snit, then days later he'll pound me with words of my offense, and help the guilt on me. I await it patiently, hoping he'll forget what got him funked to begin with.
My ankles are really swollen today -- a fat-lady ailment with which I'm very familiar. In fact, I've often said that if someone poked a hole in my ankles we'd have another flood of Noahic proportions.
Well, we're off to Bible study in a few minutes, so I need to get off here. I was shut down for most of the day because of the storms, and am writing between storm lines.
Of course, she wanted everything she saw at Johnny's. And when we got to Dollar Tree, I gave her $5 and told her to have at it. She is a careful shopping. She walked through the whole store first, then went back and got the five things she wanted. Good job, Rosie.
I then took her home.
We've been having thunderstorms all day. The last one was tornadic, but it was just south of us. It was a lot of lightning and thunder though. The storms started this morning, which was a shame because the plan was that Rosie was going to go swimming most of the day. Not today. I didn't realize we were going to have storms all day today.
This is my kind of weather, though. I love thunderstorms (not tornadoes). The sound of an incoming storm or an outgoing storm is very restful to me.
Alan is in a funk, don't know why. I suppose he'll tell me one of these days, and heap guilt up guilt upon me. That's how it works. I do something offensive to him, rather than tell me what it is, he goes into a snit, then days later he'll pound me with words of my offense, and help the guilt on me. I await it patiently, hoping he'll forget what got him funked to begin with.
My ankles are really swollen today -- a fat-lady ailment with which I'm very familiar. In fact, I've often said that if someone poked a hole in my ankles we'd have another flood of Noahic proportions.
Well, we're off to Bible study in a few minutes, so I need to get off here. I was shut down for most of the day because of the storms, and am writing between storm lines.
Monday, June 2, 2008
Monday, June 2, 2008
Today is a painful day, and I'm in charge of tonight's scrapbooking event at the community clubhouse. I'll just have to push through.
I got a lot done this a.m. Went to the garden store and got a few more plants. There was only ONE small basil plant and it's in bad shape. I don't think it's going to survive. I'll have to talk to it, and coax it along.
Then I went to get my stuff back from my up-line, so that I'd have new products to show tonight at the scrapbook event.
After than I put $50 worth of gas in the car, and that didn't fill it. Then on to the library. The books were due today, and I hadn't finished one Louis L'Amour book, even though I read it most of the morning. Well, I got a few new books, but no new Louis L'Amour books because they didn't have any that I haven't read.
Alan's meds weren't ready at the drug store. He's down in the garage now. Sulking. He wanted me to rub his chest with Desitin while I was cracking eggs. He does that. He sidles up to me and expects me to drop everything immediately to rub that smelly stuff on his chest. It really doesn't do any good, but he thinks it does. I put so little on his chest that it couldn't be doing any good. He just likes to have his chest rubbed, I think.
I offered to rub him before I left, but he said I had to go find the stuff, because he wasn't going to get up to get it, and I didn't feel like walking all over the condo looking for it. My knees hurt very bad today, and I knew I had a lot of walking to do on my errands.
So, not, my BLOGging is finished for today. My bag is packed as is the car for tonight, and I'm ready to go.
Now, I'm heading downstairs to replant one of the plants I bought, then I'll replant the basil and another perennial I purchased. I hope it winters well on the porch.
I'm so pleased my lavendar has flowers on it. That means it will come back again next year. I guess I should block this BLOG from public view. After all, it is just my journal of events that I carry on throughout the day.
Oh yeah, the fat lady lost one pound! Only 39 more to go and I can get a new knee.
I got a lot done this a.m. Went to the garden store and got a few more plants. There was only ONE small basil plant and it's in bad shape. I don't think it's going to survive. I'll have to talk to it, and coax it along.
Then I went to get my stuff back from my up-line, so that I'd have new products to show tonight at the scrapbook event.
After than I put $50 worth of gas in the car, and that didn't fill it. Then on to the library. The books were due today, and I hadn't finished one Louis L'Amour book, even though I read it most of the morning. Well, I got a few new books, but no new Louis L'Amour books because they didn't have any that I haven't read.
Alan's meds weren't ready at the drug store. He's down in the garage now. Sulking. He wanted me to rub his chest with Desitin while I was cracking eggs. He does that. He sidles up to me and expects me to drop everything immediately to rub that smelly stuff on his chest. It really doesn't do any good, but he thinks it does. I put so little on his chest that it couldn't be doing any good. He just likes to have his chest rubbed, I think.
I offered to rub him before I left, but he said I had to go find the stuff, because he wasn't going to get up to get it, and I didn't feel like walking all over the condo looking for it. My knees hurt very bad today, and I knew I had a lot of walking to do on my errands.
So, not, my BLOGging is finished for today. My bag is packed as is the car for tonight, and I'm ready to go.
Now, I'm heading downstairs to replant one of the plants I bought, then I'll replant the basil and another perennial I purchased. I hope it winters well on the porch.
I'm so pleased my lavendar has flowers on it. That means it will come back again next year. I guess I should block this BLOG from public view. After all, it is just my journal of events that I carry on throughout the day.
Oh yeah, the fat lady lost one pound! Only 39 more to go and I can get a new knee.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Lightbulbs
You'd have thought I was asking for the moon or a new car or a new computer or something. I asked Alan about the lightbulbs. He doesn't think the government is going to make us use flourescent bulbs. Well, Mr. Hahn, the government has already passed the law that says we have to.
I informed him of that and he said it won't happen. So I pointed out that buying a few replacement light bulbs would certainly be cheaper than buying new fixtures, and I won't have my house looking like a slum house with one light bulb hanging from the ceiling, and said light bulb being a flourescent bulb.
Actually, the fixtures in our bathroom take six clear round light bulbs. Not a very popular size, shape, or transluscence. So, I'd best get on the hunt and get me a couple dozen. I figure that should last the rest of my life, anyway. Then it's my children's problem.
I informed him of that and he said it won't happen. So I pointed out that buying a few replacement light bulbs would certainly be cheaper than buying new fixtures, and I won't have my house looking like a slum house with one light bulb hanging from the ceiling, and said light bulb being a flourescent bulb.
Actually, the fixtures in our bathroom take six clear round light bulbs. Not a very popular size, shape, or transluscence. So, I'd best get on the hunt and get me a couple dozen. I figure that should last the rest of my life, anyway. Then it's my children's problem.
Yeah for Megan
Megan called tonight. She is going to be able to give me about four hours a week for odd jobs. Yeah! This week she's coming on Wednesday and I'll have her do the floors -- get those grout lines cleaned up. If there's time, we'll tackle the pantry.
Oh, I have a long list of jobs for her.
We have 8 foot mirrors in our two bathrooms. Who's 8 feet tall? I'm not. I'm 5 feet 2 inches maybe. Alan is about 5 feet 5 inches tall. Who can reach the top of such tall mirrors without a ladder -- upon which old people who might break a hip don't go? So, Megan will do her annual cleaning of my mirrors. I get the lower half, and by the time January comes around you can tell the parts I cannot reach. :)
We also have wonderful light bulbs above the mirrors, like in a dressing room. She will clean off the light bulbs as well. I wonder if I should get some more of those bulbs since the government is making us switch over to flourescents? I'll talk to Alan about that.
Then, there's the plant shelves that need their annual cleaning, the chandelier in the stairway. And the cabinets in the kitchen need clearing out and cleaning out. I can't wait to get started. How nice to have a clean house, albeit for a few weeks.
Also, she'll go to the grocery story for me all summer. YEAH! She's a good shopper. Thrifty, but she gets good stuff. I can't wait until Wednesday.
Oh, I have a long list of jobs for her.
We have 8 foot mirrors in our two bathrooms. Who's 8 feet tall? I'm not. I'm 5 feet 2 inches maybe. Alan is about 5 feet 5 inches tall. Who can reach the top of such tall mirrors without a ladder -- upon which old people who might break a hip don't go? So, Megan will do her annual cleaning of my mirrors. I get the lower half, and by the time January comes around you can tell the parts I cannot reach. :)
We also have wonderful light bulbs above the mirrors, like in a dressing room. She will clean off the light bulbs as well. I wonder if I should get some more of those bulbs since the government is making us switch over to flourescents? I'll talk to Alan about that.
Then, there's the plant shelves that need their annual cleaning, the chandelier in the stairway. And the cabinets in the kitchen need clearing out and cleaning out. I can't wait to get started. How nice to have a clean house, albeit for a few weeks.
Also, she'll go to the grocery story for me all summer. YEAH! She's a good shopper. Thrifty, but she gets good stuff. I can't wait until Wednesday.
Sunday is Sunday
I spent a better part of the day trying to stay awake. I don't know why, but I can't keep my eyes open. Even now as I'm typing this epistle, my eye lids are at half-mast.
I did another search on E-Bay for charms or a charm bracelet that had charms from when I was growing up, and which were on that lost charm bracelet. There were 1441 listings, and nothing got my attention. So, in abouta week, I'll look again.
I did laundry -- one load -- and I suppose it's about time to take it out of the dryer. I have another load in the washer, but it will wait until tomorrow.
I still have to empty the dishwasher and put the dirty dishes into it. I hate doing that. It seems I never get caught up with that.
I did get the stuff put away in the laundry room. I'm scared to get on the top step of the step stool, so I wasn't able to do that great a job. But at least it's off the floor.
That's it for now. Back at me, later.
I did another search on E-Bay for charms or a charm bracelet that had charms from when I was growing up, and which were on that lost charm bracelet. There were 1441 listings, and nothing got my attention. So, in abouta week, I'll look again.
I did laundry -- one load -- and I suppose it's about time to take it out of the dryer. I have another load in the washer, but it will wait until tomorrow.
I still have to empty the dishwasher and put the dirty dishes into it. I hate doing that. It seems I never get caught up with that.
I did get the stuff put away in the laundry room. I'm scared to get on the top step of the step stool, so I wasn't able to do that great a job. But at least it's off the floor.
That's it for now. Back at me, later.
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