Well, my resolve to post more often seems to remain unresolved. I noticed, it has been another week.
I am such an undisciplined person! I am easily distracted too. I have a lot going on. I lead a very boring life.
Let's see--last Monday we had such a snow storm that I cancelled my hair cut appointment. Oh, By the way, it is 54 degrees and raining today.
I went to my hair cut appointment on Tuesday and walked out of there with probably....No--actually the worse hair cut I have ever had. Which seems weird because this stylist has cut my hair a half dozen times, so she should know how I like it.
I like it short, but.........I came out looking like someone's 79 year old grandfather!!! She cut around my ears--that is fine, but the hair on the sides is 1/4" short and...she cut off my side burns!!!!! AND...she practically shaved the back. Like I said, I look like a gray haired man!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So, when this gray, wiry hair starts to grow out, those sideburns are going to stick out like General Burnsides!!!!!!!!!!!! I kid you not!!!
Wednesday morning I woke up early with a sharp pain in my left side. It came and went, so I assumed it had something to do with my kidneys. I drank water and more water and even more water. The next morning the pain had subsided a bit, but an even worse pain had settled in my lower back. Somewhat like the "normal" lower back pain I have constantly, but much worse.
I put my heated rice sock on the area. Then I put on an ice pack. Sat with my T.E.N.S device vibrating for a few hours and then finished up with a good rubbing in of horse linament. I mean, real linament they use on horses. I get it at the farm supply store.
That pain continued all day Friday and then it occurred to me that I was constipated. I eat a lot of fiber and just like a cow, that eats too much hay and corn, I was bloated up and needed relief.
Relief takes days. I used to have some "blockage" busting laxatives that worked over night and gave me two days of diarrhea. I don't have them any more. I was too the point of wishing I had that stuff we have to drink before a colonoscopy! So, I started with the Miralax--which takes 2-3 days to really work.
It occurred to me this morning that I haven't walked enough to keep my system working correctly. Hours sitting in front of this computer, working on a genealogy is not good. Hours sitting in my recliner watching football and basketball games is not good either.
I feel a little better today, but still the pain in my lower back, which I suppose could be caused by the blockage.
We have 28 miles of intestines inside us. I do believe the traffic is blocked up near the 5 mile sign post from the exit ramp.
The past week, other than working on this gigantic genealogy, which you know I love doing--I managed to get my Christmas Cards made--plus special ones for the grand kids, kids and sister and a Channukah card for my grand daughters mother-in-law. Plus I have 4 December birthdays that I made cards for.
My bonus daughter Chris always mails me Christmas stamps, and I have greeting card envelopes, so I am all set. I just hope I don't forget to put them in the envelopes and mail them. Around the 10th maybe?
Then next Saturday Karen is taking me to the Nutcracker. Madeleine is dancing again this year. She also teaches ballet classes, goes to nursing school and is preparing for her May wedding.
Then on the 13th I have an appointment that took me 4 months to get at the Opthalmologist to get my eyes checked. I know I need new glasses...don't have the money for them yet, but this genealogy will help cover some of the cost. I just hope the Doc doesn't think I need cataracts removed. I do not have time for that!!!!!!!
Because of the eye appointment, I will miss our Gal Pals luncheon on that day. Which honestly? Is okay with me. I am not in the mood to drive that far, well, it's not really faaaaaaar, only like 40 minutes, but.......I really don't have the $$$ for the gas and lunch AND most importantly, if I am to be really honest, Liz, the Senile Senior is really a mood killer, probably because any of her "stories" always seem to include me---even though they never happened and I was not involved.
Or am I senile and have forgotten I was there with her?