Yes, I am sick again. I have now outdone my highest fever ever, (this one was 103.6) and actually did go to bed where I slept all afternoon, all evening and all night. The pain I felt when I turned over was acute, but I told myself I had to do it.
This morning my temperature is down to 101 degrees. I still feel weak, can hardly walk and have chills. My question is, how can I build up my immune system so I stop getting pneumonia?
When we got up on Monday morning it was only 13 degrees (F)! I’d heard it was supposed to be cold, and since we had to get up and get out early, I had gotten out my heavy winter coat and gloves.
Hubby had medical tests to get to the hospital for, and I went along for moral support! I did not eat breakfast, as Hubby couldn’t eat before his breakfast. So needless to say, once he was done, we both hit the hospital cafeteria and had breakfast.
Today I was sort of a “Chatty Cathy” as our cable company has decided to go digital and this means that unless you have a digital TV or one of their decoder boxes you will not be able to receive a signal. Well the change started today!
Now we all know we can live without TV, but you know what? I’m really angry about this. At night, when I go to bed I like to turn on the TV for Fritz and me. We like to listen to it while we relax and slowly slip off to sleep.
Whatever happened to “FREE TV”? Not so free any more is it? Almost everyone has cable of some sort and if you have those big heavy dinosaur TV’s (like I do in some of my rooms) they are totally outmoded and useless.
All I can say about that is Thank You to Washington for once again changing our laws so it screws the little people!
Tuesday I think I will do some of the chopping for the Turkey stuffing. Wednesday I will be cooking our apple pie and actually making the turkey gravy and stuffing, so if I can get some chopping done today that will be good.
We’ve been told by the weather people to expect snow, rain and sleet and generally lousy weather the next few days. I sure hope they are wrong!
Oh well, enough complaining! Have a good day, out there!
Our host is Gattina. Come join us and tell us what YOU did this past weekend! After all, you never know when you will need an alibi!
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My steri-strips fell off, giving us the first look at my eye brow. Hubby examined it closely and declared that it isn’t perfect. It got me to thinking. Are any of us really perfect? (Besides my Savannah, who is perfect in every way!) Not really. Maybe our ears stick out, or our noses are too big, or in my case I am a patch work all over my face.
My skin cancer and the surgeries that followed taught me so much about how I have looked at life and what is truly important.
I am alive. I am happy and I hope I am a good person. Isn’t that what counts in this crazy world of ours?
I worked on Sunday to clean up my kitchen. (28 cabinets and 4 drawers and one wine rack) I washed each and every cabinet and the wine rack and drawers. That took me all morning. Then this afternoon I did laundry. All of it. Sheets, towels, clothes and doggy blankets.
There is a Sunday roast in the oven and I’m planning the turkey day cooking. Some I can do the day before, but some has to be done on Thursday. Thanksgiving, like actually cooking the turkey!
But the green beans and butternut squash are all done and in the freezer. The stuffing I will make the day before, so I can stuff the turkey cold. I always make my own gravy and I’ve been reading that you should start to make the base the day before.
I will also make the apple pie on Wednesday during the day. And I am thinking about making a cranberry/orange sauce on Wednesday too. Hubby wants pearl onions. Thankfully he just wants them boiled.
I’ve done some Christmas shopping as well. Mostly for Mandy and Matt and Savannah! Oh my sweet family! It is so wonderful to buy gifts for them!
Sunday night ended with us enjoying our roast beef dinner, and of course, me doing the dishes. Yah-hoo (not)!
Have a great Monday Everyone!!!
Life has been busy lately! Good busy, but busy none the less. I’ve been out for gal pal time lunches, Christmas Bazaars, doctors appointments and shopping. It’s all good, but often in the evenings, I’m so tired I just want to put up my feet, make myself a nice hot cup of herbal tea, and do nothing in the evenings.
Of course the pooches keep me honest with their desires to be fed and walked and then walked again. They play with me, by racing around the house and under my feet and making me laugh.
Tonight I made Hubby his favorite quick, easy, and comfort food for him, meal. Scrambled Meat. You can go HERE and get the recipe. I served it over mashed potatoes and he was a happy man. I wasn’t really hungry and just had some Carrot Casserole. You can go HERE for the recipe for that.
Saturday is the last of the Christmas Bazaars and my friend Laurie and I are going to four of them. I love going and it makes me feel all warm and happy inside. After this, I will have to wait until next year.
Well, have a great weekend everyone!
Monday was day one as a fifty-five year old woman! It wasn’t bad, really, but as it was Hubby’s medical day at the Veteran’s Administration Health Center, I was up and out of here pretty early on Monday.
I am amazed and appreciative of the quality care Hubby is getting through the VA. His service to our country in Vietnam has cost him dearly health-wise. Finally I feel like he is getting the testing and medications he has needed for some time.
I went with him to keep him company and also to make sure I could take notes and such. So when we got to the VA and I went to open my car door, I broke two finger nails! (Which up to that point, had all remained long and beautiful!)
I’ve decided I love Hubby’s podiatrist! Oh how I wish he was in private practice because I would go to him myself! He was able to treat Hubby’s feet and make a plan to treat the diabetic neuropathies in his feet.
I got home and I found a beautiful bouquet of flowers from my dearest best friend, Uschi!
The flowers are so lovely and were such a surprise!
What a wonderful birthday I had.
Fifty-five is actually pretty darn good!
Ah yes. I woke early on my birthday and got myself all washed up, hair done, and make up as well. I was feeling good.
I know the numbers are adding up, but it doesn’t matter when your family is around you. I had called a local restaurant that we all love and made reservations. Hubby and I got there early so I could make sure it was all set up. Hubby teased me, because I am always early, and my cousin is always late! lol
But soon everyone arrived and there we were all together enjoying some champagne and some delicious food! After we ate, I opened up my gifts, with Savannah helping me, of course!
Opening dachshund book ends. Savannah helped!
Listening to a card that Savannah made for me. Telling me Happy Birthday and love you!
Me with my daughter, Mandy.
I loved all of my gifts!
Having a nice Cappuccino.
The newlyweds, Dave & Janet.
All too soon, the luncheon ended and it was time to go home. Savannah’s Daddy Matt, picked her up and carried her to the car. You can see, she looks a lot like her Daddy!
Yes, today November 17th, is my birthday. It’s my 55th birthday! Wow! I don’t feel older, but there it is! So, I broke out pictures of me through the years, and those closest to me, and made up this short montage.
My Birthday Montage from Dackel Princess Maribeth on Vimeo.
I hope you enjoy it!
On Monday I went down to have my surgery. As I was preparing for the surgery to start, Dr. P. came in and we started to talk. I told him about the man in Dunkin’ Donuts who thought I was cute and tried to pick me up. You can read about that HERE. Well Dr. P. sat there with the biggest grin on his face. You see, the fact that his work has given me back my faith in myself and made me happy, meant the world to him.
The surgery took about an hour, and then Hubby and I drove back to New Hampshire, stopping to get Fritz dog food, and have a free Veteran’s dinner at Chili’s! I also got a free dessert because of it being my birthday on Sunday. Not bad.
For now though, I need to take my glasses off and rest. My eyebrow really is sore and I need to rest it.
Today finds me on my way to Boston for another facial surgery. If this is not the last, it is perhaps the next to the last surgery. I am so close to being pain free and looking like myself again.
Because it is Veteran’s Day, everything is closed and my doggy sitter isn’t teaching, so she will be here to puppy sit!
I am feeling relief more than anything else these days. Being able to look in the mirror and see me, helps so much.
So what if I am slightly battle worn. At least I am winning and although I will not be perfect, I am becoming a reasonable facsimile of the woman I was before all this started.
Before and now.
I’m getting there!
My birthday is coming up pretty soon, so I thought I would jot down all my vital details from the early days.
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1. I was Born November 17, 1958
2. At 12:01 PM I was born ready for lunch!
3. I was born in Wareham, Massachusetts. At that time it was the closest hospital to Cape Cod where we lived.
4. I weighed in at 9 pounds and 1 ounce! I know, this is big!
5. I was 21 inches long. I think this is average.
6. My mother was in labor for about 5 hours, but says it wasn’t bad. Of course back then they knocked you out so her memories are more of the nice sleep she had than of actually delivering me.
7. I was born a few days early. This is due to my intense love of turkey and the fact that I was hoping for my first turkey dinner. I didn’t get it for an entire year!
8. I had white blond fuzz on my head and very dark eyes that quickly turned brown.
9. If I’d been a boy my name would have been David Arthur. Needless to say, I am happy to be a girl.
10. My grandmother was already down taking care of my brother and sister, but my Aunt Betty and Uncle George drove down with Janet to see the new baby.
11. My mother stayed in the hospital until just before Thanksgiving. Back then they gave you almost a week to “recover” from giving birth.
12. My sister was thrilled with my arrival. She wanted a little sister. She was 5 and 1/4 years old, and I was her living doll.
13. My middle name is Jewel, which I have always thought was pretty strange. Then again, I have never met anyone with this name, except a dog.