Well, we spent the morning in Somers’Point, where I had an appointment to see my infectious disease doctor, who had told me to stay on my antibiotic and the ointment that he had prescribed for me, and wants to see me a week from Friday.If there is no significant improvement, then, I am assuming, that the hospital bag I have packed and taken to the past three appointments which I never used might actually be opened.It goes without saying that I am hoping against that.
I am supposed to start walking” a little” to try to get my legs used to getting out there again.I was warned that there was to be no excess, or I might end up back at square one.That’s just what I need…NOT.We have all been playing the price for being stuck in the house, or should I say all of us but Jim.
The overcast day was an appropriate match for my mood.I had been around the block enough that I KNEW there was a chance that I’d have to be admitted.Thanks to the creme he told me to put on, the creme lightened my knee so it wasn’t the scary shade of violet that it was. Now my knee looks almost normal, but a little warmer shade of pink.As per the doctor’s directions, I started walking a little outside in order to get rid of my sea legs and get them working back to the state that they were in at the beginning of last month.
Two of my nurses can’t wait to accompany me on my walks.
If it was age, heat or what,Zush has not been in a good walking mood. I would assume that she is probably hurting, She goes out to take care of business and then turns me around to come back.
The Kasia says to me,”Don’t be sad, Mom: I will walk with you.”
So After I hang our freshly washed sheets out on the line, Kas and I will be going out to get a little exercise in this heat.Zush, smart girl that she is, will stay on her new bed and in the air.
It’s just a little bittersweet not to take both my girls out.
We have another Christmas party to attend tonight.
I am convinced it’s a communist plot to get me out of my Danskin hoodie and make me actually brush my hair and put on some lipstick. After all, I am retired, but, as I constantly say, I have to be in this neighborhood for a long time, so you have to socialize with friends and neighbors.
This social schedule makes me double-time my Fit Bit stepping, and add the fact that it gets darker a little quicker makes it an issue for me. I try to get Zosia’s medicine in her and then we try to go and a decent walk in.Not only does it get my steps in but it gets both girls some exercise and empty tanks, as a rule.
Please be careful, dear reader,if you are out and about, as you realize that alcohol, in some form, is usually at a holiday party.After all, it would be nice to be able to see many more holiday parties for years to come.
So I thought it was a normal Wednesday, so I go myself together and got the girls out and then, a study I am participating in Dementia/Alzheimer’s calls. So forget the long walk with the girls, as their study call required me to get home to a quiet spot.
Then I decided that I would try to take the gals out again and what do you think? The phone rings and my next tango with the State of New Jersey was on the line, looking to go twenty rounds with me. Some fun,eh?
Tomorrow we are having friends over for dinner so the girls and I are going to do our stepping in the drizzle in order to catch up a wee bit.
This morning the girls and I went for our walk and to say it’s humid out down here today is an understatement. I think the three of us came back dripping in sweat, that is, if dogs can drip in sweat. Based on the tongues hanging out of their mouths,and the drool that accompanied it, I think they would concur.
It’s weird because the houses have trash cans out front where people are already raking dead leaves up and other forestry type trash, and yet the temperature seems to contradict the day. It feels more like August 20th than September 20th.
So it’s off to work for me today, the purgatory shift of 10-6. I’m sweating now, and will go in and freeze because the air conditioning is tweaked up.
It is incredible what the flip of a calendar page brings.
September is here and my heart is wide open to all new experiences coming down the pike. Change is in the wind, be it good, bad or indifferent…the key element here is change. Change is movement-at least you aren’t wallowing and stagnant!
It is a blessing to get up in the morning and get my two feet on the ground. It’s a blessing to see Jim ok and the furgirls ok. When I take them out in the morning, I say my prayers and talk to family in heaven. I get to walk in a natural area surrounded by beauty. When times are rough, all I have to do is remember that.
If only all were as fortunate as I am.
The weather has actually gotten a little cooler,and for me, that’s a good thing.
The girls and I had gone out for a walk, and the first time I had jeans on since it got cooler, well, the air was delightful. It was awesome not to be out in a total flop sweat.
I had stopped and looked at the ground and I snapped a picture.I had a sign of fall on the ground right in front of me-an acorn! I know that “Indian Summer” is a breath away. Yes, you can put me in the column of folks who wait for the time of Pumpkin Spice lattes at Starbucks.
I am ready for fall!