If you remember the Alka Seltzer jingle, you’ll know the ad was the Alka Seltzer cold formula.
I have never taken it, although right now, I can probably pass for a tuberculosis patient with this hack I have.I have had a river of hot soup and a ton of expectorant, and yet the hits just keep on coming.
So I will be taking a hot shower tonight and trying to get some of this congestion out of me so I can try to get back to normal. I haven’t been walking past 10,000 much because I just, quite frankly, feel like crap.I am to the point where I’d give all the money I have for 5 straight hours of sleep.After all I want to be up and together for the super bowl. I am sure that this is just a payback for the beautiful weather earlier this week.
Take care, everyone, and I will chat with you tomorrow.
Getting everything together is a job.Anyone who has gone through the process of retirement and moving knows how it goes.You struggle to get things together while life goes on around you.
The problem is getting run down while trying to take the Undisclosed Location down to our new home.Our sleep is off, weather has been all over the board, and in the meanwhile, We are both running a little on the ragged side.It’s rough that our sleep is off and we are worrying about all other stuff, I have come down with classic “falling apart at the seams” health. Jim isn’t quite as sick as me.I am doing but a couple of ailments but the problem is they are all dancing around at the same time.Jim picked up a prescription for me today. Add to the equation that holidays are here.
Hopefully we all will get through this and I am praying next year will be better.
I came in from work yesterday and our drives up from Sundays officially caught up to us. Jim had napped during the day and we both crashed around 5PM and slept through 11PM. The dogs LET us sleep. It was incredible, but as I always stated, I was from the ” I need a full six to eight hours a day or else I am worth crap..”school.
We used to, on occasion, try to sleep through and come up early Monday morning. No good.Obviously coming up later on Sunday night is a little tiring too!
Stay tuned and we’ll see if we get a happy medium before retirement time!
I was fortunate enough to meet him in 1966, when I was in first grade. The Polish band of missionaries, called the Pauline fathers, we building a giant shrine in Doylestown, Pennsylvania, called the National Shrine of Our Lady of Czestochowa, home of the Czarna Madonna in America.He was only Karol Cardinal Wojtyla then.
As I was brought up Catholic and am of Polish heritage, when they made him the Pope, I rejoiced with all Polonia when The Holy Father was installed.I avidly followed his travels,prayed with concern during his attempted assassination, prayed with him as he failed with Parkinson’s disease. I Cried as I was up early watching his funeral.
It goes without saying that I was up at 3 am yesterday morning watching “my” Pope declared Saint.I had a little tear in my eye thinking of my family who would be watching the proceedings in heaven, My dad was five months younger than the Pope so it goes without saying he followed his papacy with interest, and for all I know, he can be rubbing shoulders with him in heaven now.
Saint John Paul II, ora pro nobis.
Carting weight on a body is a job.
Unfortunately, when you do it for a while,your body begins to groan from the pressure.Then, when you start to try to shed it and move around a little more, boy does your body talk back to you.It’s 4:23am and I am up: I went to bed last night at 8:30 pm because my body was so sore and tired.
I am sure that it’s only the beginning, and hopefully, as things go down, things won’t be quite so painful.I guess I am just looking forward to getting a full night sleep. It’s been so long I won’t remember how it feels…lol.
It’s 2:15am and my shoulder is killing me. Not a fresh, just fell down
type of ache, but an ache of my age.The post 50 yank of a dog leash,
heavy handbag on shoulder,carrying 16 years of school books
shoulder, the Charles Atlas carrying the weight of the world on
The orthopedic physician has diagnosed it as arthritis, and it’s
amazing to me what a weather front awakens in that ache. I remember as a
kid, watching the Beverly Hillbillies on television and seeing
Granny brew up some “rheumatism” medicine…lol…what I would
give for some now to take the ache away.
My father was a big advocate of rubbing alcohol on sore muscles
and joints. I have done that already.A couple aspirin? Also
Sleep. don’t fail me now!
Jim decided to throw all the furniture out that needed, in his opinion, to go.
This happened last night, after the girls and I were in bed.
I got two hours sleep before he came up and took furniture from the second floor.
I have stuff I am a girl.
He is far from a dresser : tee shirts and holey jeans, and barely any of that.
I finally fell back asleep 1 1/2 hours before the alarms was due to go off….
It’s supposed to be a two lane street not a highway and a bike path.
It sure would be nice if it were remembered.