Category: My Life

So, this is what 65 looks like! I now have my medicare card. I have found a caring Nurse Practitioner at the end of my street, and life is going on.

I made this video a bit ago but didn’t feel up to making a new one. Maybe next year I can show you all the highlights of my 65-ness.

I have plans ready for this year. Places to go. People to see, things to do.

So as I start my 65th year I look back and I am grateful that I made it.

This week sped by and so here goes all the details.

1. The first snow of the season fell. It was about three inches, and now, on Friday, most of the snow is gone. But it is still cold and feels like winter.
2. Our roofers have been here each day, but on Wednesday when it was raining/snowing.
3. My birthday started with a Doe and her two Fawns presenting themselves just before dawn.  They simply stood silhouetted in the early morning light. I was there watching them, watching me and it was such a peaceful moment. I don’t have a camera that could have done justice to that picture, so it is stored in my memory.
4. Lili and Heidi are bothered by all the noise. I’ve been cuddling with Heidi today after she had sort of a doggy nervous breakdown. She had two accidents and just couldn’t settle down. Today Lili is quite the worse for wear as the loud noises overhead scare her so much. I had them out and a stack of shingles hit the roof and Lili started to bolt. Thankfully I called her and she stopped, turned, and came back.
5. For my birthday dinner, we went to George’s Seafood. We both had the fried Whole Belly Clams.

   My dinner.

   They were so good! My only problem is driving at night and we also had snow flurries. But we made it home. Turning 64 wasn’t so bad after all.

The last week has been a bit stressful. And as hard as I might try to enact the don’t worry, be happy motto, I find I am still feeling sort of stressed.

I went in for my physical a while back and they found that my heart doesn’t go tick, tick, tick…but rather shows several irregularities.

The 2-week test begins on Thursday where they have me hooked up to a monitor 24 hours a day for 14 days. After that, I will see the Cardiologist.

I’ve noticed a few things since recovering from Covid for the second time. I chalked it up to Post Covid Syndrom and tried not to think about it

I have been sleeping a lot. Each day I am napping for at least one hour. I’ve also been losing my appetite. I think that all of this is due to stress, but who knows? It’s all a waiting game, isn’t it?

Happy Wednesday.

Yesterday was a day that seemed to fly by. I spent most of it sleeping in my recliner with Heidi in my lap.

I think it is what the body needs when one is sick with anything. Sleep, move around a bit, drink and then sleep some more.

I love streaming TV. How great it is to go on a streaming service and watch movies or old TV shows. Currently, I am watching ER and I am on Season 7 out of 12 seasons.

Yesterday I even ate a little. I keep trying to eat so that my stomach doesn’t get too nauseated. That’s difficult because I don’t feel like eating and nothing really tastes good.

So that’s the latest I hope that today I will be able to sleep, walk, eat, and repeat!

The sun is out and the humidity is gone, and I choose to believe that although I  feel sick, the sun is shining in my life. You know, the light at the end of the tunnel!

So life has been tricky the last few days. I have not felt well, and my home Covid test showed a faintly positive result. I wrote down everything wrong with my body, and I  called my Nurse Practitioner.

I spoke to the Triage Nurse and she suggested I go to the closest walk-in clinic.

So I woke Jack, got in the car, and headed down to the clinic. I didn’t have to wait long.

They reran the test which showed that I do indeed have Covid. They also chose to run the three-day test as well. I was sent off with my inhaler, these wicked good cough pearls that work great at relieving my cough.

I’m to isolate for the next 5-10 days (until I test negative) and drink copious amounts of water.

I’m also to stay in my jammies and sleep as much as I need to, but also get up and walk around to keep myself from getting any sicker.

Heidi is the sweetest. She just lays there in my lap making me feel loved and taken care of.

Here’s the thing. I was recently mask-shamed at the Post Office. I always wear a mask, and I am very careful in public. But somehow this darn virus got me.

Be careful my friends. I’ve been vaxxed, and yet here I am. Oh well, at least I have plenty of movies and tennis to watch right now.

I will admit, in the last few months, I have not written too much. Of course, starting in January, I was sleeping with my boots on, so I could streak out with Heidi for potty breaks. I have also been working around the home/family, as Jack is able to do less.

The Pandemic has been hard for everyone. For me, it has caused a kind of isolation that I have never experienced before.

Because I am worried about leaving Jack, I have not seen my grandchildren very much. My heart aches about all of that.

I shop twice a week at the local market. I can zip through that store in 40 minutes and then high tail it back home.

Heidi and Lili are my refuge. They cuddle me, they give me a reason to get up, go for walks, and play little doggy games. I am not sure I could make it through the days without them.

My darling companions!

I’ve never really understood non-pet people. How can they live their day-to-day lives with no furry companions? For me, my fur kids have helped me to get through this time.

There are certain times in one’s life when you have an incident occur that reminds you that you are no longer a young and nubile woman.

And so it was on Monday morning.

I was sitting here looking out of my slipping glass doors when I noted the winter grime on them. I figured I would get the bucket out, mix up some cleaner and wash down the windows on the outside. The sliders went well, but when I came to the back door I stepped up onto the door frame and was reaching for the nut to slide over to keep the screen door from closing when I lost my balance.

It happened so fast. One minute I was reaching up, and the next minute I was on the cement patio block ground!

I landed on the right hip, shoulder, elbow, and knee. Both hands seem to have gotten road rash as I tried to break my fall.

After landing, not very gracefully, I lay there for a moment. I mentally checked my mind to see if anything hurt in a crazy bad way.

I attempted to get up on my right side, but that wasn’t happening. I wondered if I was going to end up like the lady in the commercial. “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!”

So I rolled to my left and very slowly got to my feet. Both palms were bleeding and things were starting to hurt.

It’s now a couple of hours later and things are starting to hurt a wee bit more.

What hurts the most is the fact that I am not as steady on my feet as I once was. It makes me feel old.

So that’s my tale of woe. I’m actually lucky. It could have been a lot worse.