I recently went to my PCP. We made some changes and are hoping for the best. I went off one medication, and decided not to restart another until I see just how bad my pain is without it. Also, my PCP prescribed a new med for mild pain :| and a stronger one for more severe pain. :) We are approaching my depression :( from a couple of different angles. I tried the much-touted 'vitamin P' to no avail. Reducing my constant pain is what helps me the most.
I am going through baby-sitting withdrawal with all three Grandies in all day school this year. I am especially missing my regular Wednesday's with Q and lunches at McD's. On the up side I have lots of free time. I am also working on my sleep hygiene and trying to break the bad habit of staying up too late (note the time of this post) and sleeping too late (I got up at 2pm today...shame on me...). I am on oxygen at night to try to give my heart some help.
The verdict from the orthopedic surgeon was that my right knee needs replaced, sooner than later. (Note to everyone at the hospital where I had my left knee replacement last year: I am no longer spaced out on the meds that almost killed me, and I promise not to try escape this time. Well, I'll try my best not to try to escape or make life miserable for you this time. It's up to the doctors to watch what they give me!)
As much as I love autumn, I dread winter with its dreary days and short periods of sunlight. I suffer from SAD then and that it's something I'm just going to have to tough out. It's sort of like how I'm just trying to ignore that pathetic picture of John Boehner that is always on the right side of my fb profile page...Yuck! So, rather than dreading the coming of winter, I shall celebrate the beauty of autumn when it arrives next week.
Next week I will also celebrate thirty-nine years of being married to the most romantic, loving, gentle, hilarious and patient man I know. It hasn't always been easy, but it's always been worth it. He's just like that feeling you get about twenty minutes after you take a Xanax and/or Vicodan. Ahhh, I'm feeling better already!
SLICES OF MY LIFE
"It may be a crazy life, but it's my life"
Friday, September 16, 2011
Sunday, September 11, 2011
I'VE GOT THE GROCERY SHOPPING BLUES
I hate to go to the grocery store, don't you? I'd rather go to the dentist every day than go to the grocery once a week. Both of these outings raise my blood pressure and lower my cash on hand. At least you can get insurance to help cover the cost of your dental expenses!
Before I make that dreaded trek to the grocery, I take careful inventory of our needs for the household. I visualize the layout of the store in my mind, then I write out my grocery list according to where each item is located within the store. I do this so I can quickly push that cart down those aisles, in sequence, acquiring my goods in the most timely manner possible, thus shortening the length of my torture.
Sounds like a great idea, doesn't it? It would work, too, if there weren't a few inevitable complications. The stores in which I shop must have at least a hundred or so shopping carts. The cart I choose will always be the one that's wheels decide to go in four opposing directions at the same time. Oh no; it doesn't start out that way. No! This occurs after I have too many items to carry in my arms, when I still have twenty-five more items to find, and when I'm a good half mile from where the shopping carts are kept. I have no choice but to slow down as I try to control the cart that wanders more than my mind, which is a lot!
Even if I luck out and get a cart with excellent alignment, there are always additional obstacles between that check-out counter and me. You know who I mean, don't you? Yes, those people who feel compelled to hold family reunions, PTA meetings, national conventions, whatever, in the middle of grocery store aisles. There must be much more suitable places for their gatherings than in these spaces that are roughly five feet wide. (Get out'ta my way!!!)
Eventually I survive the maze and make my way to the frozen foods section, my last stop before heading for home plate, the check-out counter. This is where things always get a little tricky for me. Because these are some of the heaviest and most expensive items, I often spend a little too much time trying to make wise selections. By the time I leave this area I have usually gone over my budget, smashed my bread, and my ice cream is beginning to melt.
At long last the end is in sight. I say "in sight" because there are usually several carts between the cash register and me. This wait gives me ample time to do a number of things. First, I try to figure out if I have enough money with me for my purchases. Once assured I'm not over my limit, I can settle back and relax a little. An avid people-watcher, I find this the perfect place to observe human nature. Check-out lines run the gambit from friendly smiles and tabloid readers, to grumblers, near child abusers, and all-out riot-evokers. As the line slowly moves along, I reshape my bread and wipe up the trail my melting ice cream is leaving behind.
Before I make that dreaded trek to the grocery, I take careful inventory of our needs for the household. I visualize the layout of the store in my mind, then I write out my grocery list according to where each item is located within the store. I do this so I can quickly push that cart down those aisles, in sequence, acquiring my goods in the most timely manner possible, thus shortening the length of my torture.
Sounds like a great idea, doesn't it? It would work, too, if there weren't a few inevitable complications. The stores in which I shop must have at least a hundred or so shopping carts. The cart I choose will always be the one that's wheels decide to go in four opposing directions at the same time. Oh no; it doesn't start out that way. No! This occurs after I have too many items to carry in my arms, when I still have twenty-five more items to find, and when I'm a good half mile from where the shopping carts are kept. I have no choice but to slow down as I try to control the cart that wanders more than my mind, which is a lot!
Even if I luck out and get a cart with excellent alignment, there are always additional obstacles between that check-out counter and me. You know who I mean, don't you? Yes, those people who feel compelled to hold family reunions, PTA meetings, national conventions, whatever, in the middle of grocery store aisles. There must be much more suitable places for their gatherings than in these spaces that are roughly five feet wide. (Get out'ta my way!!!)
Eventually I survive the maze and make my way to the frozen foods section, my last stop before heading for home plate, the check-out counter. This is where things always get a little tricky for me. Because these are some of the heaviest and most expensive items, I often spend a little too much time trying to make wise selections. By the time I leave this area I have usually gone over my budget, smashed my bread, and my ice cream is beginning to melt.
At long last the end is in sight. I say "in sight" because there are usually several carts between the cash register and me. This wait gives me ample time to do a number of things. First, I try to figure out if I have enough money with me for my purchases. Once assured I'm not over my limit, I can settle back and relax a little. An avid people-watcher, I find this the perfect place to observe human nature. Check-out lines run the gambit from friendly smiles and tabloid readers, to grumblers, near child abusers, and all-out riot-evokers. As the line slowly moves along, I reshape my bread and wipe up the trail my melting ice cream is leaving behind.
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