Secret Garden

Monday, January 16, 2006

Cough, Cough

    Nothing much to report, still, and I am sure I would have reported on "nothing" before now, but I have been pretty sick since Friday.

    I went in to work feeling just fine on Friday morning, other than a runny nose (better go catch it) that had been getting worse each day.  By about nine thirty I was coughing, and my chest was burning, and I just felt like I needed to sleep for a week.  I skedaddled on out of the office after our last patient right after lunch and came home and collapsed on the couch.  I pretty much stayed supine the entire day Saturday, either in bed or watching mindless movies on LifetimeTV.  Sunday I was feeling a bit better (Coughing? Ask your doc to prescribe Tussalon Pearls.  Those babies are little miracle workers, I promise.  I had these left over from my bout with pneumonia, along with some DuraTuss, which I took as well.) but I was still hacking and choking when the pearls wore off.  By the end of the day, though, I was feeling a bit better.

    Today I got up bright and early, knowing I had to go get gas for the week to get me back and forth from work, and I had to deposit my paychecks and run another errand.  I felt really good after my initial cough for 20 minutes to get out everything that accumulated over night.  But after I was up for an hour or so I began feeling really nauseated and tired again.  I did run my errands, but spent the rest of the day doing nothing much of anything.  Started on the second sock I am crocheting (They were supposed to be for the baby, but they came out way too large.  Maybe I'll save them for it's first birthday!)

    I think next I'm going to try to knit a pair of socks, haven't tried that yet.

    Anyway, today Doc called to check on me and see if I was going to go to work tomorrow, and ask if he was supposed to bring lunch, or me.  He's going to refill my pearls and the duratuss for me, since I am taking the last dose I have in the morning.  Hopefully I'll be doing OK.  I really really hate calling off sick from work (The only time I have over the past three years is when I had pnuemonia, I called in sick two days, then felt too guilty to stay home and returned to work.)

    So Hub is seriously considering going to this helicopter pilot school.  He's always wanted to fly copters, so it's fine by me if he wants to do this.  He can go at night, so he can still work, and it will take about a year.  The best part is that the airport where he would take the classes is just a few miles away.  It's a small local airport.

    Thought of the Day:

    Billy Graham has described heaven as a family reunion that never ends. What must hell possibly be like? Home videos of the same reunion?

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Nothing Much

This is what I've been up to the past two evenings ...


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Since I have absolutely nothing to report (other than Hub being out tonight at an airfield looking into going to helicopter pilot school) I'll leave with this funny:

If you are not feeling old read this it might change your mind.

OK, some of us are getting old!!!


30 Years Difference:

1975: Long hair
2005: Longing for hair

1975: KEG
2005: EKG

1975: Acid rock
2005: Acid reflux

1975: Moving to California because it's cool
2005: Moving to California because it's warm

1975: Trying to look like Liz Taylor
2005: Trying NOT to look like Liz Taylor

1975: Seeds and stems
2005: Roughage

1975: Hoping for a BMW
2005: Hoping for a BM

1975: The Grateful Dead
2005: Dr. Kevorkian

1975: Going to a new, hip joint
2005: Receiving a new hip joint

1975: Rolling Stones
2005: Kidney Stones

1975: Passing the drivers' test
2005: Passing the vision test

Just in case you weren't feeling too old today, this will certainly change things.

The people who are starting college this fall across the nation were born in 1985. They are too young to remember the space shuttle blowing up.

Their lifetime has always included AIDS.

Bottle caps have always been screw off and plastic.

The CD was introduced the year they were born.

They have always had an answering machine.

They have always had cable TV.

They cannot fathom not having a remote control.

Jay Leno has always been on the Tonight Show.

Popcorn has always been cooked in the microwave.

They never took a swim and thought about Jaws.

They can't imagine what hard contact lenses are.

They don't know who Mork was or where he was from.

They never heard: "Where's the Beef?", "I'd walk a mile for a Camel", or "de plane Boss, de plane".

They do not care who shot J. R. and have no idea who J. R. even is.

McDonald's never came in Styrofoam containers.

They don't have a clue how to use a typewriter.

Do you feel old yet? (Sorry) Pass this on to the other old fogies on your list. Notice the larger type, that's for those of you who have trouble reading.

Monday, January 09, 2006

Lab Results and Such

Image hosted by I got back some of the bloodwork test yesterday, showing sparkling results except for my triglycerides, which were high, as usual. Overall cholesterol and the ratio were stellar, it's just those darn tri's, and that's caused by high carb intake, which, as a diabetic, I don't eat many carbs. Go figure. There was nothing to indicate the cause of my exhaustion, though. I still have not received back the hormone tests, one of the thyroid tests and the HA1C (the three month average of my blood sugar levels.) I'm not worried about that one too much, my sugars have been pretty well controlled.

Thursday Brock got paid his first "real" paycheck from his new job. The first paycheck was just a training pay (Read: Not Very Much) and he was able to pay his rent all by himself! We did have to take them grocery shopping last night (and pay for it, of course) as his paycheck only covered the rent and his bus ticket for the next two weeks. All they had left to eat was a half jar of pickles.  Sigh.  Maybe if they got rid of the damn animals they could afford people food.

    I got a raise at work.  Yay me!  Doc said I deserved it.  I think he was kidding.  You know what I love about my boss?  He thanks me nearly every day for coming to work and doing my job. 

    It's the dreaded grocery shopping day.  Oh, joy.  Hub has just gotten up from his slumber, so I better go get ready.

Thought of the Day:

 Life is sexually transmitted.


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Thursday, January 05, 2006

Untold Truths

Written 01-02-06

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    If someone painted a picture like this, I'd think "Those clouds don't even look real!  You never see clouds like that!"  Cool, pic, huh?

I soooo did not want to go to work this morning.  Brock called at quarter to four this morning and woke me up.  Have some decency, son, don't call and wake me up at o'dark thirty.  He wanted to know if his dad could come pick him up from work.  "Now?!? He's sleeping," (you inconsiderate little bugger!) I explain, exasperated.  He says, too chipper for me at three forty five, "Ohhhh! OK, Mom.  I'll walk home.  Love you!"  and he hangs up.  Of course, when I answered the phone I knocked my alarm clock off the night stand, it clanked and clattered (loudly!) and woke up Hub, so he heard the conversation, or at least my half.  (The "Now?!?  He's sleeping!")  He was thinking it was one of Bryce's friends or something.

    So we are both wide awake, and feeling guilty, and mad.  Hub had to take him to work yesterday afternoon.  Surely he knew he'd need a ride home, why didn't he mention it?  Hub was off today, so he had stayed up pretty late last night.  I'm fuming because my son was so inconsiderate, and also because I know Hub is going to go pick him up, and Brock won't be there, because he's either found a way home or is actually walking.  (It's probably ten miles from work to his apartment, at least!)  I couldn't go back to sleep, and sure as sunshine, Brock was no where to be found.

Kids.  Geeeeshhhh!

Pebbles and I had a good lunch today.  (She's the Asian body work therapist.)  I brought homemade split pea soup, and Doc left for the day so it was just the two of us.  Journals came up in conversation, and she asked if I had ever kept one.  I explained I had kept a journal since I was in fifth grade, but had recently thrown them all away.  The first journals were childish, of course, and the journals written during the period of my life when they should have/could have/would have been "juicy" were all written in code, just in case anyone found them.  (i.e. my boyfriend Rick and I called cigarettes "grape soda" and heaven only knows what "Bubblicious" was, but it was referenced A LOT!  I know we weren't talking about the gum!)  Anyway, I told her I could never ever keep a REAL journal, because I would never ever, ever want anyone to know *I* had those thoughts.  Whatever they may be, secrets, dreams, desires, anger, disappointment.  Heaven forbid anyone find out I am just a normal human being with "those things" running through my mind.  She said she was the same way, she couldn't write being her true self, either.  I must admit, I was a little relieved.  I thought I was the only one who used flowery self written poetry, secret words and out and out code to keep a journal.

    I wonder if I put any of my old poetry in this journal, if anyone would pick up on the hidden meaning behind the words.  Ah, teenage angst.  I was full of it.

    The whole conversation made me want to start a REAL journal.  Not tell anyone about it.  Write what I REALLY feel, and think, and experience.  Written, or online, I am considering it.  I do tell Duke anything and everything, but it's not the same as writing it all down, is it?  (We have to be friends forever, she knows too much about me!)

    Something to think about, anyway.

    Today Doc and I wrote up my 'script for my three month check up with my PCP.  I always write up my lab order, have Doc sign it and bring it to the lab, so I don't have to call my PCP's assistant, leave a message, wait for her to call back, request my labs, fast for 12 hours, go to the lab only to find my labs were not called in, go to my PCP's office, request the labs, go back and wait in the lab, only to not have them called in again.  You get the idea.  Anyhoo, we added on BMP (to check electrolytes) and a FSH and TH to check my hormone levels and see if I am really in menopause or not, plus my regular diabetic check up tests, and thyroid tests.  There's like nine tests all together, I hope I have enough blood.

Thought of the Day:

Don't worry about avoiding temptation. As you grow older, it will avoid you.


Sunday, January 01, 2006

Bang Bang

     Not a whole lot to say tonight.  Hub, Bryce, Izzy and I rang in the new year in style - with champagne and caviar (Ick!  Too fishy for me! But I did try it! And the boys had root beer, not champagne.)  We went outside at midnight to see the (illegal) fireworks and listen to (the even more illegal) gunfire.  We have a law here called "Shannon's Law" which makes firing a gun into the air illegal.  One New Years Eve a few years ago a young lady was killed by a stray bullet that was shot into the air four miles away.  She was only 14 years old.  Such a shame.  Anyway, in Glendale the police department has some kind of radar thingy that allows them to track gunshots, down to the exact location where the gun was fired.  So shooting guns into the air in Glendale is a very asinine way to bring in the New Year.  It's pretty bad when you hear automatic gunfire, too.  :::Shiver:::

I leave you with some pics of the incredible sunset tonight:


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These last two are my favorites

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Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit; Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.

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