Today is Jim’s birthday.
It’s the first year I haven’t made him a birthday cake, since I am honoring his gluten free life style.
Before I laid down for a nap he was going to make flax seed crackers. I woke up and he made himself ” cookies.”
They have flax seed, sesame seed, milk, vanilla, peanut butter and honey. They aren’t THAT bad but could have used more peanut butter, in my humble opinion.
So happy birthday to my ” gluten-free” Baker. I wonder what the next year of recipes will bring.
I am typing this at my desk as “Black Swan” with Natalie Portman plays on the television.
Our Kasia is in the kitchen laying down and Jim is trying to catch a quick nap.
This is far from a normal Saturday night.
After going to Urgent Care at the call of the covering doctor **who just happened to be the same doctor I saw at the beginning of the week** in order to get a x-ray to rule out pneumonia or acute bronchitis, I now have three steroids that have to be taken daily. Two are inhalers, for my bronchitis and one is just steroids, one time a day.
I truly abhor steroids. I know they help, but they just don’t seem to go with my body.
Two hours sleep a night? Oh yeah, I signed up for it. Adult acne? Yup, checked that block too. I have reread the prescribing sheet with the medicine information on it and the only satisfaction I get is knowing that there are only six more days of the pill form to put up with. My body is ready to throw a bon voyage party for it. Did I mention the five minutes I convinced myself I was starting to get shingles on the left side of my face? Calling “Phantom of the Opera”.
The highlight of the day was watching some good movies on the television, and I may try to read a bit later on. Thus wraps up our vacation week from work. With all the medicine I am dealing with, I decided not to take any jobs this week to really get this crap out of my system.
I just hope that it will be long enough to clear out, and not any longer.
If it doesn’t, I’ll be going officially off the tracks.
As I would have said back in the city, “Wesolego Alleluja”. This is roughly, in Polish, wishing you a Happy Easter!
I finally got some new hyacinths yesterday, but it took some stepping. I assume that because the weather in this area has been cool, the plants are hesitant at opening up. Fortunately I found some white ones so I can get my Easter smell. Being married to Jim is kind of rough, though, in this regard. He is sensitive to smell, so my flowers stay on my back deck.
If you are traveling tomorrow, I wish you safe travels and good weather. Stay safe.
You can run but you can’t hide if you have been a reader of the posts for a while.
You followed the trials and tribulations of Jim as “Shingleman.” Then, I followed it with “Compostman” to follow his gardening life.
Now, he has decided to go completely cold-turkey off of wheat to see if it’ll relieve some of his arthritic pain….Enter, “Quinoa Man.”
I admire him for this, but as I said to a neighbor last night, I need to put a big toe in the waters before converting. The picture immediately above is the bowl of quinoa he made for himself for breakfast yesterday morning. He decided he wanted to add blueberries (organic, of course) to jazz it up.Gotta love him.
I’ll keep you posted!
This morning I met up with my buddy, Duch, who was in area. We settled up for Girl Scout cookies and she had a gift for my 💔heart…
She has my Zush’s image made on a pillow. Even Jim couldn’t get over how real she seemed to be on the pillow.
So between Zush’s foster Mom, making Zush socks for me, my buddy Juls keeping Zush going for me in Birthday gifts, and my Duch finally getting Zush on the sofa, well… I 💚you guys!
I’m lamenting the fact that I used to, knock wood, feel good in the winter.
Since the cataract surgery in December, it seems that I had one round with the flu, as did Jim. The flu ran its’ course, closely followed by respiratory illness. When you think you’re done, then yours truly comes down with the mother of all head colds. Above are my new best friends; after all , there is only so much I can take.
Hopefully, my next post will have a little less tissues in my pocket as I type this post. By the way, shout out to my buddy Juls who pulled me up, via long distance. That’s what sisters are for. Also, shout out to my girl Kasia🐕, nurse extraordinary. As my buddy Kathy told me- they want you to get them out!
It’s four days before Christmas and one day before my birthday.
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?