I’m not in much mood to write a post today. And I suppose I could just not write anything. Nobody has a paid subscription guaranteeing a publishable post. I’m on no program mandating so many words written per week. But because I’m a trooper (and. It just another pretty face), you’re getting a post whether you want one or not.
There has been so much going on since last Monday (and I’m not even considering what Dingy Donny, J(ust) D(umb), and the South African American immigrant were up to) . I already told you the biggest news, the loss of little Jingle. When Jingle first went to live with the daughter he was more than a handful. It wasn’t too terribly long before he was acting only like a little terror and a few more months until he because a reasonably well-behaved canine gentleman. He will be missed.
Thing Two also was brought up in Thursday’s post. That was an already planned procedure that took way too long. It was a simple enough thing. A little quickly rerouting of a vein in my arm. We got to the hooray at 9am and left at 5:15 that afternoon for a roughly hour long procedure. To facilitate the actual surgery I was given a nerve block which rendered my arm absolutely useless for 2 days. Not just numb, but dead weight hanging off my shoulder. I had to carry my arm around in a sling or I’d leave it behind.
Item the third has been this headache I’ve been carrying around for the last 4 days. I used to be subject to terrible vascular headaches. Nothing helped. Somewhere along the way, while is was researching something at the hospital, I came across an old article (older than me even) that described very low doses of an old, old antidepressant (which was probably newfangled when the article was written) to treat headaches. I convinced my PCP it made sense to try it and if it didn’t make sense to her I knew a lot of other doctors I could go to. (These were really annoying headaches and I was not above threatening taking my medical business elsewhere.) Well…to make a long story short (I know, too late), the pills worked. Until Thursday.
And finally, I really want some ice cream.
There. Now you have your post, and in the process I actually feel a little better. It’s odd becuase there weren’t a lot of positive things mentioned and that’s a sure-fire way of feeling calmer and at peace. (Is that sure-fire or sure-fired?) Oddly enough, we wrote about feeling calm and at peace in last week’s Uplift. Take a look at Location, location, location.
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Oh, dear friend, I get those days when it’s just pouring out words that don’t necessarily mean anything, but just letting the stream run on helps calm your nerves. Your surgery was so long with all the waiting you had to do. Your headache was miserable, and after a while, you just have to say it like it is. Know that what you’re going through matters, and many of us do care. I hope the rest of your week is better.
Thank you so much. Yes, just writing things out was calming! I should have started that earlier in the week. This week is a busy week so I think I’ll have lots to distract me. I think I do better when distracted.
Your ability to be lucid and focused even when distracted is laudable. You are quite the Renaissance man, my friend.
Thank you Dayle. I’m not so sure about the Renaissances, but at least I’m not stuck in the Dark Ages.
I’m sorry about all your health issues but I’m glad you showed up here and wrote something because it’s healthy to keep a blog schedule, even if it is only for you. I find that there’s a sense of calm that comes from being consistent, true to my word. Take care.
Thanks Ally, and it is calming. Just as I said to Dayle, I maybe should have started earlier. That could have been the secret remedy to that miserable headache. This week is a more routine one for me and I expect a renewed sense of calm from its consistency! 🤓
Sending hugs your way…that was an awful lot for one week. My goodness. Thinking of you…and sweet Jingle. Just as Ally said…take care. Take care! 💕
Thank you much Vicki. There could be some benefit to having all the rottenness at one time. I’m all for spreading joy but misery is best when packed into compact spaces. I’m certain next week I’ll be back to my regular snarky self. 😆
Happy to hear from you – no matter how you arrive! 🥰
Thank you for that vote of confidence!
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Oh, I’m so sorry about Jingle. Our beloved pets… And the arm and the head too. Here’s to a better week ahead full of ice cream.
Oh Wynne, you clearly are psychic. I just finished a small bowl of moose tracks. Creamy ice cream and chunks of chocolate. That’s a match made in heaven! Better days are coming.
I almost cried when I read this-I get updates via email, so will read them even if I don’t pop in here. I’m glad you finally got some moose tracks. One of the better flavors!
Aww. Thank you Kris. It was a traumatic week. But yes, those moose came to save the day!
I’m sorry for such a tough week… ice cream really does heal most wounds… sending kindness your way… Linda xx (PS – did the arm go back to normal on day 3as if nothing had happened… is that how they work??)
Thank you so much. You’re very kind. Ice cream really does work and yes, on day 3 it was like nothing happened – Except not being able to use to lift anything heavier than a glass of milk. Minor detail. 🙂
Hope it keeps getting better for you (I had the frozen shoulder thing for a year, but it’s almost back to normal – the human body is amazing (but quirky!)
Quirky indeed!