I saw my P.A. today. It is indeed a repeat of what I had two weeks ago (oh lucky me!). I have 5 days of antibiotics and orders to come back in a week to be tested to make sure the evilness is gone. Meanwhile, I’m downing the cranberry juice (and trying to resist the temptation to add some vodka to it) and eating yogurt.
PT starts tomorrow. I’m seeing more of the clinic than I’m seeing of almost any other place besides the parsonage.
My unpleasantness has returned with a vengeance and I’ll be seeing someone at my local clinic tomorrow. I swear… my P.A. is probably sick of seeing me by now as I’ve seen him at least weekly for the last month or so.
Lift up some high holy hands that they can put me on something that will knock the bad stuff out of my body, OK?
MeanDean is asking for fireworks stories so here’s mine:
When I was in 4th grade, a friend of ours brought us back some fireworks from Tennessee. In the package were all these types that weren’t allowed in California and we took turns setting them off on our (very well-saturated) lawn. The first time we lit a firecracker, we forgot to make sure that the cats were in the house and my mom’s cantankerous crimson cat Bessie decided to play with the firecracker. We were trying to figure out how to get her out of the way before it exploded and thankfully, her little paw batted out the fuse completely so we didn’t end up with an exploded cat. From that point forward, we *ALWAYS* made sure to sequester the cats.
Question: What is life like in rural Minnesota?
It was 65F when I left for my walk this morning. I had the good sense to wear shorts but I still came back soaked with sweat. I’ve been inside for most of the day with non-functional air conditioning and am having headaches from the heat. It’s 10 degrees cooler outside but we also have 94% humidity. This is just evil.
My neck is still being painful so I went to see my P.A. today. I was given more muscle relaxers (oh joy!) and a referral for a month of physical therapy. I’m not happy about the PT but if it works, it will be nice.
Happy Canada Day to all my readers in the Frozen North! (I know… it’s warmer in Toronto than it is here.)
I can’t believe it’s been two years since I was in Ottawa partying on Parliament Hill with 125,000 other young people. How time does fly!
I haven’t been posting a whole lot lately because I’ve been sick and I’m trying to make myself into a morning person so that getting up at 6:30 am on Sunday for church isn’t as much of a pain. I’ve been getting up and doing devotions and then going out walking for an hour. My walks have been a really good thing — they keep me fit in the midst of church dinners and parishioners who pick me up off the street and offer me chocolate. The only downside: I get everything accomplished by noon and then have 10 hours to fill before I head to bed.
My neck is still being problematic. I ended up taking some muscle relaxers this afternoon and took a nap with my most beautiful black panther on top of me purring. (Edda is such an excellent cat.) Jon woke me up to go to a VFW baseball game (several of my Vikings — I mean confirmands — play for the team) and I ended up leaving after the second inning because I was feeling so dizzy and tired from my meds. It’s also 81F outside and the heat was intensifying the effects so I’m glad I walked home to my nice air-conditioned parsonage.
I’ve been re-reading Reviving Ophelia and it’s interesting to read about what Pipher has to say about a lot of the things I dealt with in high school. Apparently, I’m one of the few who survived a torturous adolescence with my identity and personality somewhat in-tact. Granted, I ended up with wicked depression and PTSD in college and was on meds/in therapy for two years dealing with it; but things could have been so much worse for me. It makes my current situation seem like a cake walk.
Thanks to those who have commented or emailed or IM’ed me about my health. I’m recovering well and the cranberry juice that my wonderful and devoted husband got me made a huge difference — I was actually able to go for a walk on Friday morning without too much of a problem. My father-in-law was also here so I’ve been well-taken care of in my time of illness. 🙂
My appetite is also starting to return and the nausea is subsiding. I think my body is adjusting to the Lexapro. I’ll probably be seeing my P.A. in a few weeks to talk about continuing it or scrapping it depending on how I feel then.
Narnia
I just finished re-reading the Chronicles of Narnia. I first read them 3 years ago on my way home from Summer Greek and they captivated me then. After all my theology classes, I’m still just starting to understand all the allegory in them. It was good “sickbed” reading and I am still amused that Narnia was sung into being. That is just such a beautiful way of creating a world.
Other Things
To Dick Cheney: Grow up! There are better words to use than “f*ck” to tell someone to go away, especially a high-up member of your rival party. You look like an idiot.