Another Doctor

The appointment with the new Dr was Tuesday.  He's okay.  He wants to do more testing-blood work, nerve endings, and who knows what else.

He made several suggestions as to "WHAT" could be wrong - A-Z, but nothing definite until the testing is done.  It could be as simple as a B-12 deficiency.  That would be great and a quick fix.  We'll see.

I am so "sick and tired" of being "sick and tired."  I know that's a clique, but so fitting; and never being able to plan anything.

I am praying for healing - TOTAL.

Anniversary Plus

We finally got Julie and Bret to celebrate their anniversary, but it will be on Friday and Saturday.  The even better upside of the celebration is that I get to party with the girls. YAHHHHHHHH!  I so enjoy them and love to spoil them when I can.  They are turning into such wonderful young ladies.  They are definitely not children any more.  They are so beautiful - inside and out.  I love them so much.

Girls At a Concert; a while ago.

Ween loves having them here too.  They show her so much attention, and of course she hates that and always wants to sleep with them so that will be a highlight too.

What to do.  What to do.  So many choices; so little time.  (WAHOO)

Casting Crowns

Being unable to "schedule" things in my life is EXTREMELY frustrating to me.  My life is so much easier when I have a schedule and can stick to it. I am told I have CONTROL ISSUES.  I don't see it but I have always been able to do so many things - concerts, games, parties, etc. Now I can't.  I WANT to go.  I have even gotten ready to go. Then my body shuts down. Today was one of those days.  


One of my favorite groups was in town - CASTING CROWNS.  Awesome group.  The "relative I can't mention" had tickets, of course, and I was going to go.  I had until 3:00 to decide.  Trying to do too much, when you finally feel well, has always been a problem with me. Tom always said I "overbooked my time."  That hasn't changed much except I don't have the energy I once had, and I think I still do. Oh well.  


I am blessed in so many ways, I really haven't anything to complain about and so I won't.  Thank you God for all you have given me.  You are an awesome God.

Every Four Years

Celebrating my birthday or anniversary every four years would just be a big BUMMER in my estimation.  I can't even imagine not getting presents or at least some sort of recognition for my birthday, so when Julie and Bret say "Its' no big deal to not celebrate on the date every year" I was surprised.


I say it's a very big deal so I, personally, believe they should REALLY "Party" for their anniversary next Wednesday.  The relative I can't mention suggested a night at one of the "Theme Park" resorts.  Sounds good to me.  I hope Bret agrees, but if not, it's their anniversary not mine. They are so much a part of our lives, I can't remember when they weren't here, so I want to help them any way I can.  We'll see.


The question is "If you only celebrate every four years is that the opposite of "Dog Years?"  If you were born in say 2,000 are you only 6?  If that's the case, I really wish my birthday was on Feb 29.  I could relive those extra years.  Maybe I'd make better decisions.  As Julie would say, "Makes you want to say Hmmmmm."

Wow

Imagine the surprise when I checked on my bank account today and my money from IRS was there.  It's not a lot, but I finally feel like I'm digging out of the financial hole that I have been living in for the last 3 years.  God is good.  It's taken a while, but I realize more and more that my decisions, bad or good, have a direct affect on what happens next.  WOW.  I think I finally get it.  It's only taken over 40 years and lots of mistakes.  I really hope I remember this lesson.  I don't want to go through it again.  His rainbow is a sign of the end of the storm.  I believe in rainbows.  Thank you God.

Is this my life?

It seems like every week, I see more doctors and have additional tests.  What do they do with all that blood they take? Where do the x-rays finally end up?  And, what exactly is a CAT SCAN?  (I don't even have a cat.)  Do they do DOG SCANs?  And, what is with the "Waking you up to give you sleeping meds?"

John Gedding
HGTV

This week has been a "feel good" week.  One of my doctors has put me back on predinsone.  I hate the "eating like a hog" effect that usually results, but I usually feel so much better.  Yet, I felt better BEFORE I even started the meds.  Maybe it's been the anticipation of new meds.

The family member I can't name just came back from CA.  I wanted to go, but Drs won't let me do much right now.

He did send me a photo of one of my favorite HGTV's stars.

Tom, who has just moved to San Fran, sent me 2 doz BEAUTIFUL tulips; all sorts of spring colors.  His note said the flowers were a consolidation prize for not getting to come to CA.  Whatever reason, I'll take flowers any day of the week.  God is good.

On and on

For the most part, my heart is not "Dancing" as much any more; an occasional blip, but nothing like it was.  I'm on medication for arrhythmia.  I'm having problems with my breathing, so we're still supporting the AMA by visiting as many doctors and hospitals as I can.

Nap time

My pulmonary doctor did not like the X-ray from the hospital, so he ordered a "CT SCAN" and I had that Wednesday, but have not heard from his office.  I went to my "regular" doctor's office and she said "I'm going to live until I die," or words to that affect.

Ween is playing "saran wrap" as I was gone 3 days and she missed me.  If I shift positions, she jumps up to see what I'm doing or what is happening.  It is so nice to have someone who is concerned about you.

She is the perfect pet - eats, sleeps, potties rarely, and stays by my side. If she could only cook, we'd have it made.

Life is an Adventure (and not by Disney)

After spending several days in the hospital, I am finally home with my own 'pharmacy.' This time it was my heart. I have been seeing a heart specialist for 6 or 8 months and could never document the "crazy" dance of my blood pumping organ.

On my way to taking Mock to work Monday, my heart started doing it's "Cha Cha" dance. Some times it quits after a few minutes. That day it didn't.  My heart doctor's office is on the road I was using to return to the apt.  I called ahead and asked if they could do a "quick" EKG.  I didn't plan on the "dance pattern" my heart produced, nor the fact that my blood pressure was 169/97.  Being across from the hospital is convenient, yet...  "Let me stop and walk my dog; she's in the car."  They assured me I HAD to be admitted, then! They would take care of my dog.  I called "The relative I can't mention" told him the situation and he happened to be off work for a doctor's appointment.  He said he would get Ween and take her home. I text Mock the location of the car, and proceeded to be "wheeled" across the parking lot to Sand Lake Hospital. I probably get the prize for most tests this week.  "The relative" said when he arrived, the nurses were playing with Ween outside and letting her potty at her leisure.

Mojave Dessert and Wind Mills

My View

Tom is traveling to CA and should be there some time tonight. This is a picture out of his car window.  I can assure you mine was not as pretty, although it was a suite. Staying anywhere else is nice; even in the best of locations, there's still no place like home.