Left side has a screen, right side doesn’t.
Left side has a screen, right side doesn’t.
It was my birthday Thursday. I did not spend it alone, I had a fill-in homemaker who was very nice and we had a lovely chat about our beautiful little town, and her son, and my illness (she asked), and it was fun. The day before was the real celebration day. My friend Tess brought me a two-serving cake from the grocers, as she does every year and we share it, some gorgeous yellow tulips
some styluses for my new Fire HD tablet, which I love, btw, and a card. I had the knee doctor with x-rays since it’s been a year since surgery. It is doing fab. Great doctor. Then we went to lunch at the Irish Pub up the street. I had a six dollar Guinness draft which was soooo good. Six dollars for a beer seems a bit steep, but I don’t buy beer out very often, so who knows. Then we went to the ‘we sell everything cheap’ store where I found two yellow t-shirts in the right fabric. It’s hard to find a t-shirt that is soft and nice, and these are. 5 dollars each, too. Yay. It was a really good day. We always have fun and laugh a lot, Tess and I. Her husband thinks we’re batty. Maybe we are.
Last night she called me and I started scrolling through the Country Living page on the laptop, and we got hysterical laughing over some of the things on it. Beautiful houses and grounds on there. One advertised it had interior doors, which seriously cracked us up. We imagined how to get from room to room with no doors. Windows. Out one, in another, was our best guess. ‘Dear, could you open the window for me? I need to get to the kitchen to start dinner.’ Interior doors. I think they mean actual doors, not doorways, but it was really funny at the time. ‘Yes, we have interior doors’ is just hysterical. Really. LOL
Today I was tired and not as well as the past few days, but I cooked something, so that was a plus. My cooking has changed drastically. I made this cornbread thing. I once would have measured everything out and done it right. Today I used Jiffy cornbread mix, slugged in a bit of oil, the egg, and was meant to use an 8 oz can of crushed pineapple, some chopped ham, and a drained can of whole corn. Only had creamed corn and was going to use it, but was concerned the batter wouldn’t fit into the pan which had to fit in the toaster oven since my stove oven is kaput. So no corn, chopped up some leftover proscuitto I bought since I’d never had it and what a disappointment that was. And the pineapple. Drained it, the liquid was a bit more than required but dumped it in anyway, and started to scoop out something like less than half the pineapple, since it was a 20 ox can (they never have 8 oz cans anymore) and said to hell with it and dumped it all in. Yes. This is how I cook. Just get it over with because if I have to stand here one more minute I am going to collapse from pain. Turned out really good. Not everything does. Amazing how you can just kind of fudge things and still get something relatively edible, though.
So it was a pretty good birthday and couple of days surrounding it. I am happy. Oh, and my fill-in homemaker made my day. I mentioned it, and my age, and she had thought I was around her age, which is in mid 50’s. I turned 73 on Thursday. Woo Hoo. LOL
Got shut in the bedroom. First time this has ever happened, but I think my homemaker left the door open while she was vacuuming, and Gertrude saw her chance and took it. Maye she’ll think twice next time. Or not. LOL Homemaker leaves at one. I just realized she was in there right before 9pm. I kept hearing scratching, and put it down to several things over the past few hours, but I was about to answer an email when I heard it again. Turned to see if she was scratching on the door to get into the bedroom, which she does a lot and I had checked several times already. Suddenly it dawned on me. She is IN the bedroom. Poor baby. I think she slept most of the afternoon, which she does a lot, and it’s only been the past few hours I’ve been hearing the noise.
After weeks and weeks of cold and gray and cold and windy and cold and rainy and cold, did I mention cold?, today it is 73 F (23 C, I think) and is going to be above 60 (16) all week. With sunshine. Actual sunny sunshine. Wow. I am impressed, Mother Nature.
I bought some just like these on Saturday. It’s like sunshine in the house. I put them where I can see them when I wake up. Nice.
I am still struggling with pain and fatigue, although I think it’s leveling out a bit after three weeks on 8mg pred. Of course, today I went down to 7. I have to get off this. I just have to suck it up and get through the really bad days without giving up. I would have gone down to 7 1/2, but I just didn’t have it in me to cut all those teeny pills in half. It’s bad enough trying to quarter Gertrude’s, cause they are really small and pretty much just crumble.
This is not my back. 🙂 I have the pain clinic on Wednesday. More shots in the back. I hope they help more this time, because I can barely stand. I just read, and had forgotten, that shots in the back with meds from a compounding pharmacy here in Mass, killed or injured several people a few years ago. The owner was just acquited of murder, but went to jail for a bunch of other charges. So I am nervous now, but I think after this, they are probably pretty careful, she said optimistically. I need to be able to stand and walk with less pain than I’m having, so I’m going.
Well, actually, just took a few minutes to google, and Mayo Clinic and WebMD seem to think they are not really a long-term solution, and there are some significant risks besides greedy pharmacy companies sending out meds with fungus in them. Ewww. So I asked my friend Tess what she thinks, because there’s nobody else to ask, and I always like to get a second opinion, because I have severe brain fog sometimes and just THINK I know what I’m doing. 🙂 Waiting to hear back from her.
It’s really disheartening to see how little integrity there is left in this country. Everyone is out for as much as they can get, and to hell with the consequences, because there don’t really seem to be a lot of consequences.
But it’s finally spring and I am NOT going to dwell on the bad stuff. The trees, what’s left of them, should be in bloom soon. That’s always a happy thing.
I am off to make the shopping list, and prepare the return box for the Rubik’s cube I got instead of the desk vacuum I ordered. Weird mistake to make. The Rubik’s cube looks like a Rubik’s cube, and the vacuum looks like a mushroom.
I almost kept the cube, but I’d probably drive myself bats drying to solve it. So no. 🙂
Woke up to this:
April is my birth month, and this has been a favorite song since I was very young. I think my grandmother must have taught me it. This is the only version I could find that sounded like I remember it. You can stop after 0.50 seconds.
I have been having a hard time adjusting to the lower dose of Prednisone. Slept for three days last weekend, not straight through, but mostly. Last night was awake most of the night due to those random pains that I haven’t had for some time. I have been mostly non-functional. Spoke to pharmacist about this, she suggested I get a second opinion on dealing with Prednisone, since my doctor and I cannot seem to understand one another. Monday I go down to 7 mgs. Let the fun begin.
So Spring is Sprung, the grass is riz, I wonder where the flowers is. 🙂 It’s April, my favorite month after October, because Autumn. 🙂
In spite of getting up at 11am, needing to lie back down for some time after showering, eating, feeding the cat, etc., I eventually got enough energy to cook some things that I needed to before they went off. Bacon, because I am going to make bacon apple cheese patties (she said confidently), and then I used the same iron skillet (you cannot go wrong cooking in an iron skillet) to cook a pkg of ground Jones Sausage for the soup. Thought I would have to frig it for tomorrow, because major pain and exhaustion. But I just needed to throw in some chopped onions, which were in the freezer thank you Marie, and then I just needed to chunk some fresh mushers and let it cook a bit. Good. Several short sit-downs during that and now a longer sit down while they cooked a bit. Might as well add the can of pumpkin. Okay, may as well throw in the quart of chicken broth. More sitting while it simmered. Let it cool, put it in a bowl for the frig. Barely fit in the biggest clean bowl I have.. Whew. Someone needs to unload the dishwasher so I can load all the dishes that are piling up because I am cooking. I can load it, but unloading takes more wherewithal than I usually have available. I an cook, but I can’t normally clean up on the same day, anyway. Decided to try soup. You’re supposed to add heavy cream and sour cream, but I just scooped out a bowl and added a bit of each to it. OMG. This is the best soup ever. I forget where I found the recipe, but it’s 12 oz Jones sausage, 1 chp onion, 1 minced garlic clove (I was in too much pain to mince a garlic clove. This is my life, people) 1 pkg button mushers, I just kind of chunked them up. Cook a bit. Add a can of pumpkin and a quart of chicken broth. Simmer on low 30 min. If serving it now to several people, add 1/2 cup heavy cream and 1/2 cup of sour cream after it’s off the heat. It is SO good. I am very pleased with myself for not just giving in to the pain and exhaustion and actually getting something done. I also today found my Command Strips that I’ve been looking for, and my grated cheese, which had somehow got shoved to the back of the freezer. So it was a good, if painful and exhausted day. Yay, me.
This is Peabody, Mass., from the first winter we were here in Massachusetts. It snowed for three days straight. More snow in one fell swoop than I’d seen in my entire life put together. (I was 24) It was gorgeous. One of my fondest memories, standing on our second floor porch, watching huge flakes fall by the light of the streetlights. Lived 20 miles or so south of Peabody, and I think we got more snow than they did. it was fantastic.
Today I am cooking. I cooked yesterday, too. Well, I made oatmeal cookies, which took probably two hours, not including baking. Stuff in bowl, sit, add egg, sit and stir, rest, mix dry, sit, add dry, sit some more. Pain and fatigue. It is so fun. Two weeks ago, before they made me decrease the Prednisone, my pain was about a 3, and I didn’t even need pain meds every day. Now, my pain has been a 7 for several days, and tylenol in the morning, ibuprofen at night, and sit, sit, sit. Or lie on the couch. But I did get some stuff done yesterday, mostly sitting down stuff. Today I got even more done, but my homemaker was here and did a lot herself. Mainly I rearranged some small things, and the cooking. I baked the cookies, I am making apple crisp (Marie peeled and chopped the apples. Thank you, Marie.) And I baked Gorton’s crab cakes, which are something I had not seen before. I like their fillets. And I microwaved some green beans with almonds. Green Giant. You know, the Jolly one. Ho Ho Ho. They’re from his valley, apparently. So now there are dirty dishes all over, and unless I have a burst of energy later, they will still be there tomorrow. Marie did not have time to unload the dishwasher, and I am too tired. This is the life with chronic, debilitating illness. I am determined not to give into it until it gets too bad not to. I must decrease the prednisone again Sunday, from 9mg to 8, but one week on 9 is not nearly long enough to adjust.I would prefer a couple of months, but as it is I am defying my doctor by doing this extra week. By the way, the crab cakes are not bad, but need a sauce or something. The green beans are just ewwww. Oh, well.
It was a gorgeous bright sunny day, even if pretty darn cold. Spring is springing, once we get out of the deep freeze we’ve been in all month.
Little edit. I forgot, until I just had a teeny taste, that I had grabbed the cayenne pepper instead of the cinnamon. My apple crisp has a bit of zing. It’s not a bad thing. 🙂
Not the best, cause two were taken through the screen.
From here: spoon shortage sue It is so true of this year. February: windows open all night, two days later it’s 14 degrees. Definitely not dull. Yesterday it was pretty warm, today it is snowing.
Being frustrated with everything, I decided to look for other illness-related blogs. Came across a few interesting ones. Seems I’m not the only one frustrated with doctors and medicine. Anyway, one person was talking about how meds work a bit, then don’t, and how reading about them, she found that they don’t know how certain meds even work. Or why. Got me thinking, and I replied this, which I thought I’d just put here as well.
“BTW, reading your About page, my first rheumatologist agreed with you that they are the same illness. He said if you have more pain, they call it fibro, if you have more fatigue, they call it CFS. Sometimes I think that after they’ve tested you for everything else and couldn’t find anything, which is what happened with me, they call it fibro/cfs instead of ‘we don’t have a clue what’s wrong with you, but if we give it a name we can prescribe meds.’ You know, the ones that don’t work, or work a month, as was said here. 🙂 They don’t know what’s wrong with you, they don’t know why the meds work when they randomly do, they don’t really know anything and we are just guinea pigs. I take Prednisone, which I got on for a completely unrelated reason, and when the dose is right, I am 80% better. They keep telling me Prednisone does not work for fibro. Then why does it work? Do I not have fibro after all? Do you actually have a clue about anything related to this whatever it is illness? Yes, I am currently very frustrated with my rheumatologist, who seems to have devolved into a ‘Do what I say, I don’t care how it affects you. I am the doctor here, not you.’ mentality.”
Going to call a new doctor today to see if she’s taking patients. I just read, too, that you live longer if you have a female doctor, which my primary care is but not the rheumatologist. Definitely time for a change.
I really like Midsomer Murders, too. I am seriously considering finding a new doctor, because mine just does not seem to get it at all.
this, another butchery of the once lovely trees outside my windows:
After the last butchery, two years ago:
And how they looked before the highway department started in on them:
The other thing I woke up to, after decreasing my Predisone 1 mg, Saturday or Sunday, I forget, is all-over pain. I am so over pain. I do not understand why I cannot make my rheumatologist understand what he keeps condemning me to. I lose hope.
So Gertrude is now on 10 mg of Pepcid. The people medicine. From the drugstore. Yes, here in America, we have stores that sell drugs. Never the good ones, though. Drat. She has upchucked on two different nights now. Several times each night. I’m hoping she will stabilize on this dose, without the dog motion sickness med she was also on for one week, when she was not sick at all. Poor Gertrude. I just want her to be well and not suffering.
Speaking of which, I am now down to 9mg of Prednisone. They want me to do one week of this, then down to eight. They also only gave me enough 5 mg pills for a month. I don’t know what they’re playing at, but I fully expect to be back in hell after one week on nine, then no time to stabilize before cutting back another whole mg to 8. I think they just hate me.
I was awake all night for no known reason, it just happens, slept most of the day, and will now be awake all night again. I had this brilliant idea to make a pot of perked coffee. I have a lovely little stainless steel stove-top percolater, so I made a pot. Oh, goooood coffee. I seem to rotate through all the different methods of coffee-making. Perked for awhile, pressed for awhile, vacuum-brewed for awhile. I not longer have an electric coffee maker, or I’d be cycling through that as well. I have no idea why I do this. But I did make some excellent coffee tonight. Already had two cups. I never have two cups of coffee, just the one, but since I’m going to be up all night anyway, who cares, right? How do you make perked coffee? My pot makes about four mugs worth, so I fill it about an inch below the spout hole, 4 scoops of ground coffee, coarse is better, bring it to a perk on high, which takes about 13 minutes, turn it down to med low and perk slowly for five minutes. Done. I think a scoop is 2 tablespoons of ground coffee. Right now I’m using Pete’s Major Dickason’s Blend. Very nice. I like Pete’s Coffee. It’s a good brand.
After summer weather, it has gotten very cold again. Right now it’s 24 degrees. Weather app said possible snow, but didn’t happen. I miss snow. It is very windy still, though.
I missed getting to go out this week, but my lovely homemaker picked up my two on-hold books from the library for me. The Sixth Extinction, by Elizabeth Kolbert, which is very interesting, explaining the different mass extinctions and how they were discovered, and how people were flummoxed by the finding of massive bones and teeth and how that led to figuring out extinction and evolution. I love science. It is always fascinating. ‘Flummoxed.’ Now there’s a word. LOL
The second book is The Wood for the Trees, by Richard Fortey, which has pictures? Yay, pictures. Haven’t started it yet. The author bought a parcel of land in England and the book is about his discoveries on it over the course on one year. My kind of book.
Read some fiction and some non-fiction on my Kindle recently, too. I don’t know if I could survive without having something to read. My brain craves it. It’s fun having actual hard-copy books to read again. Holding books can make my hands cramp and hurt, so I tend to read on the Kindle if possible, but I just felt the need for real books now. I love that I can go online and order them, my library will get them from whichever library in the system has a copy, and hold them til I can get there to pick them up. Or send someone. I’m hoping to be able to walk there and back on my own at some point, but I have been inactive for so long due to the pain and fatigue, and anticipating having that hell back again, that the prospect of walking that few blocks is daunting. What if I manage to get there and then don’t have the wherewithal to walk back? I’ve been sort of stuck in places before, and believe me, it is a scary experience when you are already exhausted and in pain to not be able to think how you are going to get back home.
Back to scrolling Tumblr. 🙂
Gertrude is doing very well so far. Off one of her meds and still no upchucking. Looking better, seems to be putting on a teeny bit of weight, even her fur feels softer. I am happy.
Called an endocrinologist today, after reading that they do Prednisone withdrawal treatment. They’ve called back three times with questions, and I am still waiting to hear if she’ll take me on as a patient. Nothing wrong with my rheumatologist, but we are just never on the same page. I want to have a life, he wants me off Prednisone, even a small dose, which supposedly has no side-effects. So hoping to get some help managing it with someone who isn’t just focused on getting me off it completely. They tell you you have to balance the bad side-effects with the benefits of drugs they give you, so why doesn’t that apply here? I know there are side effects. Get me on a low enough dose that I can function and not have those side effects, and then leave me alone. But no. Does not happen. Frustration.
Days are getting much brighter. It is almost March. Spring will spring, be sprung, whatever. So long as it’s not hot and sticky, I’m good with it.
Too tired to really make much sense here, so that’s all, folks.
From Susan Keller:
Is there a silver lining? I can’t believe I’m saying this, but it looks like America is getting great again. Just look at the progress made since the election:
1. Unprecedented levels of ongoing civic engagement.
2. Millions of Americans now know who their state and federal representatives are without having to google.
3. Millions of Americans are exercising more. They’re holding signs and marching every week.
4. Alec Baldwin is great again. Everyone’s forgotten he’s kind of a jerk.
5. The Postal Service is enjoying the influx cash due to stamps purchased by millions of people for letter and postcard campaigns.
6. Likewise, the pharmaceutical industry is enjoying record growth in sales of anti-depressants.
7. Millions of Americans now know how to call their elected officials and know exactly what to say to be effective.
8. Footage of town hall meetings is now entertaining.
9. Tens of millions of people are now correctly spelling words like narcissist, fascist, misogynist, holocaust and cognitive dissonance.
10. Everyone knows more about the rise of Hitler than they did last year.
11. Everyone knows more about legislation, branches of power and how checks and balances work.
12. Marginalized groups are experiencing a surge in white allies.
13. White people in record numbers have just learned that racism is not dead. (See #6)
14. White people in record numbers also finally understand that Obamacare IS the Affordable Care Act.
15. Stephen Colbert’s “Late Night” finally gained the elusive #1 spot in late night talk shows, and Seth Meyers is finding his footing as today’s Jon Stewart.
16. “Mike Pence” has donated millions of dollars to Planned Parenthood since Nov. 9th.
17. Melissa FREAKING McCarthy.
18. Travel ban protesters put $24 million into ACLU coffers in just 48 hours, enabling them to hire 200 more attorneys. Lawyers are now heroes.
19. As people seek veracity in their news sources, respected news outlets are happily reporting a substantial increase in subscriptions, a boon to a struggling industry vital to our democracy.
20. Live streaming court cases and congressional sessions are now as popular as the Kardashians.
21. Massive cleanup of facebook friend lists.
22. People are reading classic literature again. Sales of George Orwell’s “1984” increased by 10,000% after the inauguration. (Yes, that is true. 10,000%. 9th grade Lit teachers all over the country are now rock stars.)
23. More than ever before, Americans are aware that education is important. Like, super important.
24. Now, more than anytime in history, everyone believes that anyone can be President. Seriously, anyone.
“….I want to go for a day without thinking about my body.”
Not bloody likely, unfortunately. I am worse today than I was yesterday, with more all-over pain. Sleeping well is the key, and it just doesn’t happen. Oh, well.
Nice chill winter’s day again. Milky sky. Still winter, even after yesterday’s high temps.
Gertrude is barely eating anything. She again today has not even come out for her treats. The ones that have the meds in them. Oh, wait she just showed herself. She looks so thin. Vet called to see how she is, and she’s fine, except for the barely eating anything bit. I am preparing myself mentally for the worst, but remaining hopeful that this will turn around, or the ultrasound will find an easily fixable problem, or something.Prepare for the worst, hope for the best. What else can you do?
is marginally better. Can stand a few minutes, still with pain, but no, “OMG I have to sit down”, right off.
Here’s a picture of that steak and stout pie I bought the other day, before baking. I baked a giant sweet potato along side. Pie is pretty tasty. I love sweet potatoes, too. 🙂
Took a couple of tests from here: https://psychology-tools.com/
Not the place I took the original Asperger’s test from. That was some Asperger’s site I have lost. Anyway, results.
Autism Spectrum Quotient: 28 out of possible 50. Scores in 26-32 indicate some Autistic traits (Asperger’s Syndrome).
That’s what it says.
Empathy Quotient: 18 out of possible 80. Scores of 30 or less indicate a lack of empathy common in people with Autism or Asperger’s Syndrome.
Interesting. I know I’ve said this before but I’ve spent my life not having a clue what was going on. Why are you angry at what I said? What was wrong with it? Things like that. Nobody ever tells you, either. At least there is an actual reason for having absolutely no social skills, and no ability to read people’s feelings, or get when they are saying things just to make me look foolish when I don’t understand the joke, which happens more than you’d think. People can be cruel. I used to think I was scatter-brained, or just stupid, but I’m not. Yay, me. I look nothing like this woman, either, just so you know.
It’s almost 60 degrees out. I would open the windows, but they are hard and I’ve already damaged my rotater cuffs opening them before. Crap.
I am having a pretty good day, for me, and I am already starting to dread the night, because I will have to go to bed and then start all over tomorrow, and today’s good day will most likely only be a memory, and the pain and fog and fatigue will be right there front and center. I frequently start to get anxious once it gets late in the day, just for this reason. Then I’m even less likely to sleep well.
Been messing about on here, adding some apps to the start menu, seeing what’s available, reminding myself of what I had before I did the clean install. I like clean installs, so long as you’ve backed stuff up, you just start fresh and realize, ‘Why did I have all that crap on here anyway?’. Did not restore all my backups. They are safe on sticks and I can just plug them in as needed. I like sticks. If you get screwed with a virus or something, they are not affected, so long as you’re absolutely sure the computer is clean before you connect one. I bought bitdefender after the install, because it was on sale, really, but I scan everything. I even scan my sticks when I insert them, and again before removal. My friends got that FBI ransomware a few years ago, so you can’t be too careful. I was able to fix it for them, but it would have been better not to get it in the first place.
Gertrude spent the day in her box, and just now came out to eat her two pill treats and her spoon of food. She must have been starving, but why not come out and eat? I don’t know what’s going on with her, but at least she has stopped throwing up. So far. Actually, I need to look to make sure she ate the food. Well, that was a big no. She’s not required to get small spoonfuls today, but I’m liking doing it that way. I put out a bit of the new food, and a bit of the Elegant Medleys. I know which one she’ll eat. Next time I’ll stir them together, maybe.
Listening to my music on Pandora. Right now it’s First Aid Kit. I have it on shuffle. I have Abney Park, Rusted Root, some Phish, AWOL Nation, Morphine, Dropkick Murphies, and more. Good music. It’s a good day.
Found this on Twitter, or Facebook, or Tumblr, or somewhere:
‘what doesn’t kill you gives you a lot of unhealthy coping mechanisms and a really dark sense of humor. ‘ So true. 🙂
And this is just here because it makes me happy:
Yesterday, I signed a petition to repeal that horrific Citizens United thing that let our government be openly bought. So during the night, when I couldn’t sleep, I was thinking about how to do it differently. Besides keeping out all contributions, I thought confining the actual campaigning to a month or so before the election would be helpful. People wouldn’t be sick of it all years before it happens. It seems to be a continuous campaign season now. And the coverage should be free and limited. Say each legitimate candidate, and not sure how to determine that, would have a couple of hours one day a week on air, with the broadcasts recorded and online for those who can’t watch live. Anyway, one day could be to state their position. Here’s how I stand on this or that issue. The next week, an actual accounting of how they voted, who they supported, where they have stood in the past, with time for them to explain themselves and why we should vote for them. The next week could be for questions; prepared, well-thought out, on point questions from the press and other institutions who have relevant concerns. The last week could be for questions from the public. Then the vote. So no one is getting bought, no one is having billions from the Koch Brothers funding them, it would just be straightforward. I have no idea if this is a good idea or not, but the way it’s working now is a farce. Our government is not OUR government, it belongs to rich old white men, and does their bidding. We are a disgrace. This democracy has failed dramatically, and capitalism has proven to be the horrific idea it seemed to be. </political rant>
Gertrude, although I have not seen her yet today, was fine last night, eating her teaspoon of food every two hours with no upchucking. Today she is having pills in little pill pockets that I know she likes, so hope she shows herself soon and actually eats them. I want her to be well, not only so the cleaning up after her ends, but so she is not in pain or suffering in any way. The vet said she could have irritable bowel syndrome, or pancreatitis. Good grief. Poor baby.
When you spent a lot of time with an animal, you can really see the individual personalities and quirks and all. Every one is different, just like children.
Simon was in-your-face gregarious, loved everybody, want to go everywhere and see everything, and wanted what he wanted NOW. You could tell he was a guy even if you had no idea.
Gertrude is timid and sweet and affectionate to me, afraid of everyone and everything else. She is a dainty lady, does not make messes, jump up on tables or counters, or eat everything in site. She is the poster girl for picky eaters.
I am still slowly getting better, thinking clearer, able to actually DO things around the house, able to THINK about what I want/need to do around the house. The pain and fatigue can overwhelm everything in your life, and all you can do is wait for it to get better. Functioning normally becomes impossible. So I am really happy to be improving .
It has turned into a real winter finally, with the snow we had, and cold, clear blue sky days. Really cold. It’s fantastic. I love winter. I wouldn’t want it to be winter all the time, but for a few months, it’s great, and really makes you appreciate and look forward to spring towards the end. I don’t think I could live somewhere without definite seasons. I get bored easily. 🙂
Pain is back. Trying to do a bit of cooking and have to keep sitting down. Oh, well.
Took Gertrude to the vet at 8:30 this morning, the middle of my night, usually. Had to stay up all night to be up that early with a brain that works. So they gave her some stomach-soothing injections and I have to give her stomach-soothing pills starting tomorrow. That will be fun. She can’t eat til 8pm, which is still two hours away, and then only a tiny bite, with a two-hour wait for the next one. Same thing tomorrow. She has an appt for an ultrasound of her stomach and all, and for her heart, since she has a murmur, and they need to see what’s going on because some meds they might give her can cause heart failure with a murmur. Poor baby. You apparently get a two-ultrasounds discount, cause individually they are nearly 400 dollars each, but both at the same time is about 550 dollars. Expensive, but seriously, if you have a pet, it’s your responsibility to give them the care they need, just like you would a child. You have total control over their lives, and need to do the right thing for them. I think if you really can’t pay, some vets will at least give you a discount, but I’m not positive about that. I am getting so in debt from these things, and the dentist, and other things. Thank god for credit cards, but I will still be paying it off twenty years after I’m dead, at this rate.
I am making turkey meatloaf. It has celery and apple and onion and oats and pumpkin pie spice and fresh sage and other things. Sound really good. Turkey is pretty bland, so you need to spice it up. I make a Fritos casserole that I used to do with ground beef, and you really can’t tell much difference between it and turkey, because it has Fritos and chili powder and cumin and other good things. Yum. I made that last week, actually. Yay, me.
Did brunch with my friend Tess after the vet. She drives me everywhere, crazy woman, so we always do lunch and maybe some shopping or something on appointment days. On no-appointment days, too. Lots of laughing ensues. Laughing is good. I hae a Western omelet. I love Western omelets. If you put it between two slices of bread, it becomes a Denver sandwich. I love Denver sandwiches. The place we go makes a really delicious Western omelet, with hash browns and toast. And orange juice. I always get orange juice.
I bought some meyer lemons and am going to make lemon curd. Lots of things you can do with lemon juice, but I love lemon curd in February, it’s like eating sunshine on your toast. Meyers have a nice, less-tangy taste than regular lemons, and make great curd. Not making it tonight,though, because my back is hurting a lot. It makes cooking hard when you can’t stand up for long. The serious chopping and sauteing and all kind of turns into ‘So what if the tiny dice is huge cubes, I need to sit down. Oops, overcooked the onions. Well, the black edges will just add more flavor, right?’ It still looks good, anyway. And smells fantastic. Just pop it onto parchment and bake. Yum.
I am tired. Slept maybe an hour last night, and on the go most of the day, and now cooking. I really am better. I love this gif. This was such a funny show, Will and Grace, and Jack and Karen were the funniest.