“When the power of love is greater than the love of power, there will be peace.” — Jimi Hendrix

So, I have been kind of struggling with the weakness and fatigue, but I do have moments here and there where I feel pretty okay. Finally got the VNA to visit and am going to get in-home physical therapy and possibly occupational therapy, too. The first to help me regain strength, and the second, which I really hope I get, to help me figure out how to do things more efficiently with severe fatigue. Not getting a home health aide, but that’s okay, because I am better than I have been so ca really get by without. Would like more homemaker time. I mean, I have the hours, there just isn’t anyone to fill them. One thing that is NOT helping is that I cannot tolerate the iron pills. They really mess up my stomach, so just have to figure out iron-rich foods that don’t need a lot of prep, and eat them. The nurse said Cream of Wheat has iron. Cream of Wheat. Seriously? LOL

Been ordering from Walmart for grocery delivery. Cannot eat one more salad, so got some frozen meals instead. And cut up fresh fruit. VNA nurse said it’s probably not a good idea to be eating too many salads anyway with diverticulosis, which made me happy. I really do not like salad. At least not ones with cut-up iceberg or romaine lettuce as the main ingredient. Ick.

Still plugging along, anyway. My friend Ed put together my two end tables that had been sitting in their boxes in the bedroom for two years, so that was nice.

Blue drawers is what I was using for an end table. 😦

Nice day. So far it’s been a pretty good summer. There have been hot and sticky days, but it really hasn’t affected me in here, even with the windows open and just a fan blowing on me. Been quite comfy, and Miss G does not seem to be suffering from the weather either. One year I called the house-call vet because I thought something was wrong with Simon, but it was just the heat. Poor baby. I still miss him. He was such a great companion.

My Simon

My DD’s SO just came down with Covid, in spite of them being super-cautious, so wear your masks, people. My mask keeps you safe, your mask keeps me safe. Or so I read the other day. In other words, don’t be a dick. Thank you for those words, Wil Wheaton. 🙂

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