I thought I might throw something a little different into my blog.

I go on nightly walks with the dogs, and when I do these walks on my own, you will usually see me with my iPod plugged into my ears.  This is my way of coping with what is usually an anxiety filled venture.

Today I will share the playlist of the songs I listened to.  If possible, I will provide a link to a video on the net, unfortunately this will not be possible for all.

Okay, as a final disclaimer… LOL… I do listen to a wide range of music … so people may like some, none, and on the rare occasion all of what I listen to.

Apologies about the Rankin Family music.  They are one of my favorite bands but their videos are very hard to find.

Oh yeah.. one last thing.  I have my Ipod set to random. :-)

Bye for now.

Have a fairly busy one lined up this weekend.

Saturdays are typically “Farmer’s Market” day with my brother and I playing guitar, however, due to my ongoing bronchitis, I won’t be doing that.

This cancellation has been replaced by a flurry of other activities.

First off, Saturday will include lunch at the restaurant where the youngest kidlet works.  Hubby, Mother-in-law and I will then do a little bit of shopping.  What I’m really looking forward to that day is the homemade spaghetti noodles, sauce & meatballs that my mother-in-law has planned.  Yum!  It will likely be a late dinner as we will hold off eating until kidlet can come home.

Sunday is a special day - Hubby and I will be celebrating thirteen years of marriage.  To celebrate, the whole family will be getting together at my oldest daughter’s house where we will be ordering in Chinese food and drinking wine. :-)  The day will also be one to celebrate my son-in-law changing careers - he is getting ready to venture out into the world of Real Estate.

As I reflect on thirteen years of marriage, this year, more so than other years, I reflect back and am thankful that my husband and I can celebrate one more year of being together.  Considering it was only a year ago that he was barely on the road to recovery from his accident, I do feel most blessed.

It is hard to believe it has been thirteen years as it seems like just yesterday that we were dating . . . sneaking up to the university to park and enjoy a couple coolers, out of the line of sight of my ever watchful parents.  We’ve been through our share of ups and downs with each of us having a kick at the can in terms of just hanging on.  Despite the hard times, I would not give up one single day for anything - each moment, each day, each event has served to draw us ever closer to each other.  I am also certain that our hard times are not over - not by a long shot as we both strive to find a new way in life - hubby as he looks at retraining in a different line of work because he is not able to return to his former one due to his accident; me as I evaluate where I’m going with my current place of employment and whether or not I can manage to get past this beast called panic that wants to so badly limit what I do.

Regardless of what the next day, week, or even year brings us, I feel lucky to have found someone who loves me for me and whom I can in turn love for who he is.

Bye for now.

Have just returned from the walk-in clinic, where the doctor has just reaffirmed that I am still sick.

It should be pretty clear by now that I absolutely detest going to see a doctor.  It’s the combination of having to go out, and seeing the doc that really gets me.  Being sick (like duh, that’s why I am going to the doc) only adds to my overall state of unhappiness … making me feel like a totally sick grump!

GROWL!

What did the doc say?  . . . well… yes, still have bronchitis.  He says it is in my upper respiratory system, but I know that it has / is much deeper than that, only that while I saw him, I did not have the major chest rattle and wheeze on the go.  And yes, my sinuses, still a bit infected but are mostly inflamed.  My one ear appears to be irritated … I knew that too as I feel it every time I swallow or cough.

The solution?  More drugs.  Gawd!  More!!!  I hate drugs and the regimen has just gotten more complex:

  • Antibiotics
  • Cortisone based nasal spray
  • Aerius to combat my allergy problems
  • Benilyn cough syrup to surpress the cough so I am able to sleep and don’t further inflame my chest
  • Ventalin Inhaler - to try to keep the air passes open

I am feeling pretty down about being sick… I am soooooo tired of it.  I want to crawl into bed and forget about the world until I feel better, but I am not able to do that because … ready for this….

“Life goes on!”

Shoot… and #$%^!@&!!  The words I wanna say.. oh the words I want to say.

If crying wouldn’t just end up plugging me up more, I would probably find a quiet corner and do that.

Blah!

Well that’s it.  I feel better for having vented.  Now if only venting would somehow get rid of this blasted infection.

Bye for now

Company has arrived.  A five foot nothing, blond haired, loving package, otherwise known as - Mother-in-law.

I love my mother-in-law .. she is a very sweet lady, in her 70’s, and wears her heart on her sleeve.  I suppose compared to many people and their in-laws, I came out on the winning end of things.  They accepted me as I was for who I was, just like a daughter.  We’ve certainly had a few differences in opinion, but have really only ever come to words once - last year when my husband was reacting to a medication.

What I love about my mother-in-law, let’s call her “Theresa” - she says what she thinks not even realizing that sometimes she says stuff that is completely and totally rude or politically incorrect.  Being in her 70’s, she uses words that we now consider to be unacceptable.  I’ll never forget the day she looked at the cat who was cleaning herself, and remarked… “Oh look.  The cat’s cleaning her twat.”  Well!  The rest of the house went dead silent, then we burst out into loud, raucus laughter.  Inbetween trying to regain our composure and gales of laughter, we informed her that that word is not a good word any more.  LOL!

Currently, as I write, I have both daughters here and grandbaby, all visiting with Grandma Theresa.  Grandma is making cinnamon buns while the rest of us watch, our mouths already starting to water in anticipation of sweet, oh so sweet, and sticky cinnamon buns which will soon be finished.

I’m struggling a bit with my anxiety, having it almost broach into a full blown panic attack on a couple of occasions.  I’ve had to go to the grocery store to pick up the ingredients for tonight’s dinner - chicken kebobs, asparagus, rice and salad.  While there I picked up some more nicotine gum.  I had finished with it again last week, but the company here and the interference with my day-to-day routine has tweaked that little devil that sits on my left shoulder saying “Let’s go have a smoke.  You’ll be by yourself.  It will be good.”  The angel on my right shoulder is currently holding an angel sized baseball bat and trying to bap the devil on the head everytime he speaks up.

I’ve also been trying to get an appointment with my doctor as my chest and sinuses continue to be congested and yucky.  I’ve finished the antibiotics that the doc gave me, but worried about the chest as I still have a raspy wheeze that goes right down to the very bottom of my lungs. But, two days in a row, I have phoned after twelve to be greeted by an answering machine stating the office will be open the next morning.  I’m guessing they have shortened their hours for the summer.  It’s possible that I may have to go to the walk-in clinic again…. YUCK!  The thought of the clinic makes my stomach go LURCH!  I will try to hold off until tomorrow if I can.

So that’s it… a smattering of a little bit of everything today.  Must return to being social again…

Bye for now

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