How is it that it's already Monday? And how is it that there's no more spinach souffle left? Damn!
What began as a fabulous break turned somewhat sour when the temperature dropped and the heavens decided to never stop pouring. I don't think I'd mind if it were flurries. But this constant cold rain has to stop. Seriously.
I went to the gym today - first time back in a while and definitely first time since the neck injections of death. It's difficult enough to get motivated when it's cold, dark and raining outside - it's even MORE difficult when you have to layer like a mummy. I wore thin cotton workout pants, a tank top, a long-sleeve shirt and a huge puffy down jacket with gloves. Once inside I stripped like it was my job. That place was nasty inside. Granted, I have no idea what temperature to recommend. Too cold would be miserable and with so many sweaty bodies it's inevitable that the place will become a hot house in the winter but sweet Lord it was nasty in there. It didn't seem that bad in the beginning but once you picked up a pace faster than a slow drag the humidity was inevitable. It was like doing cardio in a guy's locker room - with a dude's sock strapped around your forehead as a sweatband. OK maybe not that gross but still.
Turkey day was absolutely fabulous - a ridiculously long, brisk walk on the greenway with my sister was the perfect segue into dinner, even if my hips and knees hurt for the rest of the evening. Dinner included all my family faves and there seriously wasn't a clunker in the bunch. No forgotten ingredients - it was delicious! Grandma could've been a little more cheerful, but I guess you can't win on all fronts. Her UTI is back and just like last time, I think she's flirting with pneumonia once more. A single course of antibiotic really doesn't do it anymore and during the course of all this she's absolutely foul and impossible to deal with. I understand she's likely not feeling well - although she sits there and denies it and acts like we're all crazy - but it's extremely difficult to deal with someone 24/7 who is nasty and largely unresponsive. Unless you count inhaling your food loudly (an action which, while largely unavoidable, only furthers the pneumonia bouts to be sure) and taking your teeth out incessantly responsive. Her antibiotics finished two days ago and sure as anything she woke up this morning with a 100-degree fever. Luckily, we have another course of antibiotics, but they are quickly losing their efficacy. I have my doubts that even a second course will nip this in the bud this time around. And, of course, it's the holidays - our favorite time to pull things.
I got her a small, pink tinsel tree with pink lights for her bedroom today. She seemed pleased with that. Pink is her favorite color so it was a fitting choice.
And in other news, in case I haven't mentioned it before (I think I have), I'm not only full of angst during daylight hours but extend my inner rage into the midnight hours with my persistent teeth grinding. I have a relatively thick clear upper retainer (hot!!!) that acts as my sleep guard to help ease the TMJ and an InvisAlign type retainer on my bottom teeth to help keep them in place. I woke up just before Thanksgiving to find I had ground clear through my bottom retainer so much so that it's not like a hinged piece. I can't even wear it in the interim before it gets fixed, because the bottom half now juts out into my lip, cutting into it with a jagged, plastic edge whenever I swallow, move or grind. Awesome!!! And so I feel unprotected in my midnight grinding, convinced I'm going to crack some teeth in half and/or that some will just slide right out of my mouth in the interim.
I must get to bed. For some reason my hands have been freezing lately and having them outside the covers isn't helping. I must warm them! Hopefully my dog Leeloo won't have a medical emergency this evening like last night when she got up at 4:30 a.m. and was stuck in that half gag-half choke motion while she began to vomit. Luckily I got her to the floor before the puke struck - thus narrowly avoiding barf in my bed, which has happened on a few occasions. Poor baby girl. I think she upset her stomach by nearly licking herself to death before bed like a cat. Now I lay in bed and worry I'll grind my teeth right out and Leeloo worries she'll barf, an unfortunate drawback to a dedication to cleanliness.
Hope all of your Mondays are relatively painless. xoxo rmw
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