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September 19, 2014

Militant Me

The Great Geezer with his new Bowler at Comic Con, 2014.

We are not an adventurous lot this week.  I had nightmares about being sent to the wrong mammogram place, and G didn’t feel well all night long.  Me, I’m practicing my deep chest coughs, and wielding my sneezes as hidden as I can while militantly trying to banish the cold.  

No pool, yes, work hidden in the back room for three hours, and a semi quiet evening at home.  G has to go out and turn over the BBQ, at last, to a reliable person.  Thank heavens someone volunteered.  I was getting a bit militant about asking folks to take the commitment too.  Some ran away at my approach.  LOL

  • Himself:  We need to figure out what is bothering his tummy.  Worked hard yesterday and will again today.  Tells me that the computer shop is able to salvage Margot’s two code books.  Progress.
  • Herself:  Have a list ready for Costco, coughing, and reading.
  • Reading:  Not able to really concentrate.
  • Balance:  Rain this morning.  Amazing.

  • September 18, 2014


    Midway's bow from the Maritime Museum's Swift boat.
    I had one of those days yesterday.
    I started the work day with a massive hyperactive attack courtesy of the steroids. Why the first shot didn’t bother me, I don’t know, but this second one in the hand had me going on as if I had taken a gallon of speed with hyperactivity. Yes, it wore off by noon after frightening the old operating nurse volunteer to anger. She didn’t believe me. Boy, she should have seen me on Hydrochlorothiazide. At least I didn’t have the dizziness that went with that reaction.
    I came home with a sore throat, sneezes, and runny nose that I thought were just allergies to the dust at work. Went to my meeting. Didn’t hug anyone. This morning, it all seems to be a touch of a summer cold.
    • Himself: Gym, worked hard, put up with me, dinner at Brigantine of fish tacos (5 points) and slaw. Roosevelt’s again till ten.

    • Herself: Pool, work, facebook for work, meeting…now they are telling me that it goes till 6, one taco at the Brig.

    • Reading: Still, “The Ship Who Sang.” I can’t believe I actually found a hard bound of this.

    • Balance: Acceptance.

    September 17, 2014


    Thunder, lightening, and actual rain.  Not here, of course, but at a beach further up the coast it proved a gully washer.  Winds up to 100 miles per hour blew through the city knocking out power and trees of all sizes down everywhere.  One tree fell right on a school bus as it was moving along the freeway.  No one was hurt there, and the school bus came out in pretty good condition.  Not so lucky for many cars in parking lots.

    No rain when I drove up to the surgeon’s office.  92 F and sunshine.  I will be forever grateful that the Toyota has AC.  Yes, surgery, outpatient, no general anesthesia – my bugaboo, and they just rebuild the bone on bone joint with a tendon graft.  I got a shot of cortisone in the non-existent joint now knowing why they put a little pain med in with the cortisone.  93 F when I headed home.  The sky was clouding over by mid afternoon then thunder began.

    It only sprinkled here.  Living in drought conditions takes a sense of humor….just like living without a thumb or two.  Today I do books, but tomorrow at 9 I take a paper to my GP for surgery prep and permission. 

  • Himself:  He was pretty good yesterday, and by evening had a sense of humor again.  What ever bug he had is still hanging in there.
  • Herself:  Once again with Steroidal youth this morning.  Swim, store, books, post on facebook, women’s group, and dinner of tacos at the Brigantine.
  • Reading:  Again, I grabbed the nearest book on the way out rather than run up stairs.  I will finish the “White House Chef” tomorrow after I finish rereading  Anne McCaffrey’s “The Ship who Sang.”
  • Balance:  Not taking a nap.  I got up at 4:30 this morning wired from the steroid and a nap yesterday afternoon.