Almost Mended

Still on the mend from the respiratory infections.  Ugh!

It truly has been an awfully long time since I was this sick.  I cannot recall the last time where I …

• Got antibiotics
• Finished antibiotics

Yeah.  Yeah.  I know.  Not good to not finish taking them but I am very anti-pill.  Having been someone who has taken pills regularly since the age of 13, taking pills gives me the willies up and down my spine – makes me shudder from head to toe.  Yuck!  However, the fact that I am finishing these ones is a testament to how horrid I have been feeling.  More so, I will be evaluating whether I need to return to the doctor for another round of antibiotics as my current prescription runs out Tuesday and I don’t think the infection will be gone by then.  Blah.. that sucks.

On the topic of pills, being sick has played a little havoc with all my other meds.  Not too surprising considering my routine has been thrown into a complete state of upheaval.  Tonight I will locate the weekly pill dispenser and load it up for the next week’s pills.  Keeping them in sight always helps.

In past, my physical and mental health have been closely interlinked – it did not matter which unwellness came first just that one was guaranteed to impact the other.  I have felt a little emotionally off balance through my current bout, but not terribly so and what I have felt I have attributed mainly to feeling like a big pile of poo rather than an impending mental health catastrophe.  This is good!  I am pleased.  I am beginning to feel a little restless, especially the last two days, which is likely a sign that it is time to try to return back to my routine as much as I can.  The only caveat at this point is I won’t be going back to the gym just yet.  I’m not really into passing out on the floor because I couldn’t catch my breath and I don’t think the gym staff want to be dealing with that either.  LOL!

So, I’m going to end things here for tonight . . . but on a little bit different of a note.  Last week when I spoke to my counselor, she suggested that I look back on things and give myself credit where credit is due and to value and appreciate where I’ve been and where I’m at now.  So, I did look back one year in my blog to see what was going on.  I found two entries:  one from the 28th of June, 2007 and one from the 29th.  Interestingly enough, I saw the post on the 28th was about some of the same things I have been working on in my life now (sleep, coffee, routine) !!  At least I feel like I’m making some headway now.  The entry from the 29th is a favorite essay.

Enough of my chatter!

Bye for now

Mornings are Good

Feeling good again this morning.  Mornings work well for me. My chest doesn’t feel wheezy and I find myself looking forward to my day.

I woke up to birds chirping and the sun trying to peek its way over top of the hills.

Let me rephrase that… I got out of bed at 6:00am and the birds were chirping.  The sun had already poked its head out from over top of the hills at about 4:00am when I woke up but getting up at 4:00am was out of the question, so I laid in bed for two hours watching tv.  As soon as 6:00 hit, I got dressed, fired up the car and drove to the nearest Tim Horton’s and grabbed myself an X-Large ‘One & One,’ a Vanilla yoghurt and two honey dip donuts – Caffeine and yoghurt for me, donuts for hubby.

Fighting off one aggressive cat who has a penchant for Tim Horton’s coffee, I finally made it to my computer.  It’s looking a little cluttered here right now as having been sick, I haven’t had much energy to keep my work space as tidy as I normally do.

Hershey really does love Tim Horton’s coffee. 

I was inspired this morning and in such a good mood, I instantly thought of Cat Steven’s, “Morning Has Broken.”  Hitting the play button on my iTunes, I now sit, happily listening to the song, feeling pleased that my day feels good.   The rest of the plan for the day…. to relax.  LOL… Hubby informed me at 6:00, while he was half asleep, that I needed to get milk.  I do believe he thought I was going to get milk when I went out for coffee.  He’s in for a surprise when I hand him the grocery list later and tell him to “go for it.”

Anyways… I’m off on a hunt for more music.  I’m in a music kind of mood today!

Bye for now.

Meow!

I feel like crap and the cats can usually sense this.  So, Nemo, the 20 pound boy kitty in the house came for a visit and insisted on plunking himself on my tummy and chest.  I didn’t really wanna type or see my screen anyways….

What Happened to the House?

Today, feeling a little better than yesterday, I decided that it might be a good idea to look at our grocery situation.  ARGHH!  What a mistake.

Firstly, I thought I had a whole lot more energy that I do.  Granted I have more than yesterday, but no more than ten minutes into scouting out the cupboards and the fridge, and I was feeling light headed and short of breath.  Well, I’m no dummy – I know this is a sign that I need to slow things back down a bit.  Yep.. I was planning grocery shopping today, but not sure how to accomplish that if I can’t stand long enough to make the list.

Which brings me to my topic of this blog… “What happened to the House?”  I look around, and I don’t recognize it.  I know that hubby is tired with his rehab stuff and he too was sick, but still… and what about the kidlet..  yeah, she works but still……..

*shaking my head in disbelief*

One of the things the counselor and I have discussed is how I need to back off and not just do things because it is easier for me to do than call others to task.  The current state of my house is probably one of those times but I don’t know whether to cry, get angry, or just clean the damn thing.

Never mind the fact that I *know* I shouldn’t be cleaning it.. I can’t stand the look of it… and will be struggling hard not to hit compulsive mode and start cleaning.  Hell.. who am I kidding?  I know I’ll be cleaning it because it truly is awful.  Gah! I will be planning my day in 15 to 20 minute blocks I suppose.

Oh there will be hell to pay later.. for me and for the rest of the family when I tell them exactly how I feel about having such a mess left for me.

*big sigh*

Gotta go and assess the house.

Part 2

Tried working on the house.  Just ended up breaking into tears which only served to aggravate my chest.  If I thought it would do any good to explain to anybody in my house what’s up, why I’m upset, I would but I don’t think they would understand.  *sigh*

I’m going to bed for the day.

Bye for now