So What Else?

It’s four days before Christmas and one day before my birthday.

What’s happening?

My nephew, Greg, has not gotten his birthday card delivered yet. This is most distressing because I put it in the mail a few days early.**Holding my head as it aches while I think about this.**

Jim is on the edge of getting what I had. I know he has a sore throat already, and this does not make for good things here.

Kasia pulled me walking today and so my left shoulder is aching.

ON THE BRIGHT SIDE, I woke up this morning and have two feet on the floor.

My hair got cut for the holiday and she did a great job.

My eyes are doing well**knock wood** and I am handling the drops pretty well.

I am still coughing, but not too much.

I’m back…did you miss me?



Well, I really didn’t want either of them to leave me, Mom and Zosia.

I was left behind.

Today my Mom would have been 95 years old.

I remember all the years I tried to get Mom the perfect birthday present. As she would joke that the both of us are each other’s present, there were many years we swapped Christmas pins that people would give each of us for our birthdays.

I think I won, this year, though.

Babci( Grandmother in Polish) and Zosia…

She has my Bestie up there with her in heaven for her polka party.

Party on, Girls!

T Minus 3 Days and Counting.

I knew that this year,the holiday which I grew up loving was going to be a hard one for me. Maybe that’s why I let them schedule the cataract surgery for when I did.

I found a Christmas card today from Jim, Zush and Kasia and broke out in tears for 15 minutes. Fortunately it was just me and Kasia in the house. Maybe this is why I am so anxious to get it all done, because in the back of my head, I am just trying to remove the holiday malaise and get back to life as we know it.

Jim went to a holiday party tonight which we normally would have gone to together, but I simply just don’t want to take a chance.I mean, antibiotics, steroids, and a group of 25 people who have been exposed to what germs, you don’t know. Yes, in the back of my head, it also gave me a chance not to go out and put on a fake smile and wish folks Merry Christmas.

Dear God, please just get me safely through Tuesday and I promise I’ll put a smile back on my face.

Let’s All Have One, Shall We?

So I am up at three thirty in the morning and pretty much awake.How much sleep did I have? Uh, none.

Steroids and watching the time I take it: when WILL I ever learn.

So far I caught a Johnny Carson rerun on Antenna TV for an hour and maybe that forced me up, I just don’t know. He had Bob Hope and Dean Martin and Charles Nelson Reilly on and I was laughing hysterically. If you actually read these names and say, “who?”…go google them.

After that I had Stephen Colbert on with Tom Hanks, again, who is promoting he newest film, “The Post.” It occurs during two weeks when the Pentagon Papers were about to be published in the early 70’s. Funny how it should have a limited release starting on my birthday, but down here in “Undisclosed” we seldom get the first release of anything.

Moving on, I watched Stanley Tucci, Meryl Streep, the late Nora Ephron on you tube from a few years ago from when the movie ” Julie and Julia” first was out.It was bittersweet to see the three of them together.

Now I am writing this post with hopes of crashing and burning a little later and can catch up with life a little later on today.

Going Out of My Head

My first surgery for the cataract was December 5th, on the right eye. Everything has gone pretty well.I’ve been taking my drops as prescribed, dealing with my acute bronchitis medications to prove that I can walk and chew gum at the same time. Tomorrow, I am going to the eye surgeons office and getting measurements for the implant for the cataract replacement lens coming in,God willing, on this Tuesday.

In the meanwhile, I am having nightmares about coughing again in the operating room. Although as I have taken medicine and drank enough water, tea, and juice, to loosen enough phlegm there should be none left.The fact that the surgeon had to sternly tell me he needed me to hold my head still for five minutes has lodged itself in my brain. I sure as heck hope there is no repeat performance this time.

I have taken Kasia out once or twice, stayed pretty much house bound, and done everything I should have.Oh yeah, and I am going crazy.

Asking for good karma, and prayers for Tuesday. It’s deeply appreciated.

Day number 4 Post OP

I am starting to lose it.

After going through one course of antibiotic and I thought maybe, maybe, the bronchitis might not rear its’ evil head.

This morning I woke up and it was as if I started at day on. Tomorrow is T-7 and counting down to eye two.This next dose, hopefully, will do the trick.

Kasia will be more than ready for me to be well, almost as much as I am.