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I have a covid story to tell.
This was a frightening experience for me, and I’m emotional as I type this out.
In the first part of this blog post, I’m going to share my experience with having covid-19, and how I caught it. This will be much longer than my usual.
So, what’s new with you readers? Is there anything happening out there in the world? There’s nothing to talk about. I mean, life is so dull lately. Nothing is happening.
What’s that you say? There IS something happening? How did I miss it?
What did you think when you read the title of this blog? Did your mind go to the notorious virus that the media is exploiting? Maybe you just thought I caught a football, but I’d understand if you thought the former. Continue reading “Caught It”
So, I had a different post scheduled for today, but changed my mind. The post I wanted to put up was much cheerier, and I’m not in a cheery mood. Yeah, I’m crabby today. Have I scared you off yet?
Continue reading “The Ritual Cure”
Remember when margarine was better for you than butter? Remember when eggs held dangerous cholesterol levels and they suggested egg substitutes? Remember when coffee was bad for you, and then it wasn’t?
It is a paradox . . . that we must get serious about taking ourselves lightly. We must work at learning to play. ~ Julia Cameron
Even though I’m a Libra with the sign of the scales, I don’t own a scale, because I never weigh myself.
When my husband and I were first dating and going out to eat, he told me that he ate to live, he didn’t live to eat. I was foreign to that concept. I’m Italian. Flavor is all I know. I lived for flavors and how to make something even more flavorful the next time.
There is a curse upon our feet!
You’d think the stories I told about injured feet before were enough, but no, fate has brought me more.
This is what it looked like outside for the first ten days of April.
Have you ever seen one of those movie scenes where a person is suffering from a serious virus and they are delirious in bed? They’re sweating it out, shaking, mumbling, tossing and turning?
Max hasn’t seen his human dad in three weeks and is looking for his return. Continue reading “The Arrival”
It wasn’t enough that my husband’s feet were shattered, or that my dog had surgery and broke open his wound. Yes, we needed another obstacle to overcome. I was alerted to a flat tire when I stopped for dinner at Chick-fil-A. Since the tire hadn’t completely deflated, and my house was only a mile down the road, I got myself some dinner and drove the car home. I would just have to use my husband’s car to get around for a while (which was another mess, because his car was still at work).
Three days later, after three weeks in hospitals, my husband was finally coming home. A hospital bed smack dab in the middle of our living room awaited his arrival.
I stood frozen in my husband’s hospital room. He just had surgery on his shattered feet. My dog, Max had surgery only two weeks before to have a lump removed. It was benign and healed over … or so we thought. My pet sitter called to tell me Max’s wound had split open.
“Is it bleeding?” I asked.
The people involved in the repair and recovery of my husband’s shattered feet had left us to fend for ourselves. We no longer could tolerate the miscommunication and lack of compassion. The two of us put our heads together and decided to be more assertive, in other words, pushy … in order to get something done.
From the emergency room, my husband was admitted to the hospital. He was in and out of sleep from pain medication. Since 2:30 in the afternoon we waited for a surgeon to repair his shattered feet, but by 10pm, there was no sign of one. Is it still an emergency after almost eight hours?
On April 15, 2014, my dog, Max, had a quarter-sized lump removed from his side. We had to wait for test results to come back and have his stitches removed in ten days (this is relevant for later).
On April 17, 2014, my husband called me from work just to say hi and let me know he was thinking of me.
Ten minutes after we hung up, around 2:30pm, my phone rang and I saw his number on caller ID again. Hmm. I wonder what he could’ve forgotten to tell me.
“Hello?”
A woman’s voice I didn’t recognize said, “Hi. Is this Lori, Gary’s wife?”
“Yes.” My voice shook.
“Gary just had an accident at work. We called an ambulance for him.”
“Wha… Wha… What?” Fear shot through my veins and straight into my brain, causing logical thoughts to scamper and hide.
The original blog I scheduled for today is below. But, first, I felt the need to talk about my eerie morning. Soon after I woke up, I took the dog for a walk. I’ve been hearing about this polar vortex hitting the U.S., and it’s even supposed make it down here to Florida. Of course, we’re closer to the equator, so we won’t see negative numbers, or even single digits. It’s supposed to hit here later in the day, so I woke up to mild, damp temps. Except, a foggy, quiet stillness filled the air. Something felt creepy about it. Maybe it’s all the news reports of impending doom from this global warming ice-over. It’s strange how my air-conditioning is on right now, and my heat will be on by dinner time.
Onto my original blog about the new year.
On the last Friday in July, I mentioned the sugar detox I’ve been struggling through, and some people expressed an interest. Bear with me, as it’s been a rocky road.
It’s my own fault that things went awry, and I got sick. I should’ve seen a dietician instead of doing this on my own. But, once the symptoms set in, I needed to look forward and do the right things to fix it.
Well folks, mouse elbow is apparently the same type of pain as tennis elbow, and I’ve got it. It must’ve occurred because I’ve been back to doing a lot of writing, not to mention the addition of blogging and commenting on other blogs. Looks like I’m going to need to take a break this week from blogging.
Here are a few of the things I’ve been doing to help. If anyone has any other suggestions, please feel free to share them. I probably won’t comment this week though. Continue reading “Mouse Elbow”
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