OUCH…..

Yes, OUCH!

I was walking the dogs on Saturday morning, and twisted my right ankle on a horse-chestnut or whatever from a tree, and the end result sucked I fell on my right side and my shoulder hit the ground first.

You know how you “know” you are going to fall? Well, I tried to brace myself for it and as my shoulder hit the ground, I heard a “pop” and thought, uh , “Holy Chicago”….

Long story short, I am hurting big time, yes, even three days later. It was frustrating because when I fell, I couldn’t get up. Really. I COULD NOT GET UP! I was thinking that I was going to have to shimmy my butt over to a tree and try to pull myself up. Fortunately I had my cell and called Jim and he was over in a split second. I told him don’t pull me up .I didn’t want to have him get hurt. I told him just to stand there so I could pull myself up on him. Tears were in my eyes-I was so frustrated. The dogs were so good-they stayed with me and were licking my face when I first fell. It just was so scary.

So if you see me walking around kind of twisted, now you know….

Send Stolyichnaya-so if I fall I have good reason….lol

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Change..

No matter what happens in life, change always has a hand to play. I would guess that if there was no movement, our lives would be a stagnant pool of the same thing on a daily level.

Some change may be for the good: we may not initially like it but it is for the good. Some change we might absolutely abhor, but our hands might be tied and we have to take it. Some change we look forward to-if not immediately, then eventually.

I consider myself to be one of those who laments changes, one who looks back and wistfully wants change to go away. I acknowledge that I dolefully accept change, with all the crankiness an almost 52-year-old can muster, I just never realized that at this age is a little young to say ” I remember when…” and I am not necessarily in a nursing home.

So please pardon me if I am a little cranky now, as sometimes, change is like cold oatmeal-lumpy and rough to get down.

So in the meanwhile…

…thanks to my bud Kate, an inhaler, and some benzonate pearls, the cough is a little less choking. It is a pleasure to only sporadically be choking and perhaps just saving a stayfree for another day…

…and on another day that is coming up,…My oldest nephew, Matt, will be celebrating his 24th birthday on Friday. Matt has turned into a helluva guy who I am so proud to say he is my nephew.He literally has gotten himself together and is ready to take it on the road. It was a joy watching Matt through the years, and I know he will be at peace in his life. He is the best guy I know, and I love him very much. He knows the door is always open to him where ever I am.

Happy Valley is not so happy right now…

…thanks to the indictments against former defensive coordinator Jerry Sandusky, and the stepping down of the Athletic Director and others whose sin seems to be the sin of covering it up.

…Joe Paterno has had an illustrious career until now. What a shame that when he decides to retire, this will tarnish the career.But Joe? How can you close your eyes to this?

Count me in with those who are sad and disappointed. I hope it doesn’t turn into a witch hunt to push JoePa out. What kind of society do we have when people so abuse younger children and get away with it? Even worse, what about those who KNEW what happened and failed to run with it.I have known people who have been affected by the priest scandal and their lives were ruined.Where are those people who were guardians/parents/protectors of the children?

I can only shake my head in sorrow and say a prayer for those affected by this horror.

 

Joe Paterno on Campus

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Greatly needed Friday..

..because the last two weeks were too long, today is a day I am looking forward to.

It’s always been amazing to me to see the amount of things we cram into a weekend. Hell, sometimes I think I do more mandatory activities on a weekend then I do during the week. There’s stuff with mom, obviously, then food shopping, wash, dog walking, cooking, …you get the point.

This weekend, I intend to do NOTHING…outside of the basics, naturally. Any down time I get I will be in a reclined position. Anything taxing on my mind will be swept out, albeit temporarily.As they always say, take time to stop and smell the flowers…well, this weekend? I’ll be taking tons of bouquets in.

Here’s hoping you get a chance to do the same.

So when does the hacking go away?

If you have read my prior post, you know that this time of year for me usually brings a hell of a hack. I have saline solutioned my head out, but the sinuses keep dripping and this hack of a cough, well, it feels like it wants to turn my lungs into a Marriott Residence Suite Inn.

Calorie counting figured in, I have knocked dairy out of the box for now**choking on black coffee** but I had to leave a voice mail for a co-worker this morning and you know what? Cough/choking on a voice mail is not too attractive..lol. good thing Jon is a buddy of mine so I just know I’ll get my stones busted for a while.

Another good buddy of mine would say sip some rock and rye. My Dad was an advocate of blackberry brandy with honey mixed together.Both have been known to work for me in the past, but when you get to the golden, reflux years, well, forget it. My bud Kate,who is a Physicians Assistant, says I needed to add my allergy pill to try to get rid of this choking hack. Currently, that is my plan, but, this cough makes me wonder why some people fake coughs. Why would you? It’s not fun.

Going to give it the best effort a 51 year old can.

Who is going to benefit from my effort? Hopefully ,my health.

I lost 45 pounds 5 years ago, and things were going good.

Then Mom got sick, my knees started hurting, care-giving was wearing me away, and suffice it to say, although I didn’t gain all of it back, I do feel that I’d probably feel better . I belonged to the Trevose behavioral health system , whose premise is calorie counting, period. You start with a set amount, say 2000 calories, for a few weeks. As the new weight falls off, then you start to wean off, and say move down to 1900, or then 1800.

The mountains of Halloween candy are all given out, and baking is, right now on a hold. Still trying to keep Mom’s ship afloat and that’s taking a little out of me.Unfortunately, due to past cancers and antidepressants, I feel like I am taking Pez in the morning as I try to swoop needed meds into me. To me, that is proof this body is getting older. Maybe it is time to pull up my big girl pants and respect this body.

The time feels right,