July 3, 2020

HURRAH !!!!!


Two lymph notes are slightly enlarged, but they are no different from those on the last CT scan results.  A bit of fibrosis and a bit of fluid too.  That’s it.  No cancer anywhere.  It was a very triumphant visit with Dr. Wong, the lung cancer specialist. 

I’m tired, I’m cranky, and I’m a very happy person.

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<UL><LI><U><A HREF=http://geeeee-zer.blogspot.com/>Himself:</A></U>  <I>Full of Antibiotics and feeling fractionally better.  Doing laundry too.  Taking a nap mid-morning also.<I></LI>

<LI><U>Myself:</U>  <I>More magazines.  Finally putting away sewing stuff.  Mended compression stockings when G get’s up from his nap..<I></LI>

<LI><U>Reading:</U>  <I>Katy.  Still.  And Magazines.</I></LI>

<LI><U>Photo:</U>  <I>Last year when Bobbie visited.</I></LI>

<LI><U>Gratitude’s:</U>  <I>That G is getting better.</I></LI></UL >

 


June 30, 2020

CAROLE AND OTHER FRAGMENTS OF A DAY

 

·       George has not been feeling well since Saturday.  He’s been a slug, a bent over and in pain, sleeping and a moaning slug, and I have been worrying.  He just got permission for an ultra-sound, so we should know more Thursday at ten AM.

·       The start of this Covid 19 mess, we were reminded to contact our friends.  Carole and I used to work together on the AIDS Quilt.  Frankly, I have been missing her bright and unusual look on life.  So following the nudge from the Virus folks, I sent her an email saying what I was thinking.

·       My fungied big toenail fell off in the middle of the night.  There it was in the middle of the bathroom floor when I awoke.  I thought it was a snail shell for a moment.  A new tube of goop arrived, and I just turned my thinking to applying more goo. 

·       It’s a seven day weekend, G told  me.  I almost believed him.  Just for a moment.  No fireworks this year.  No crowds, no open bars, no Covid 19.  No parades.  We do have birthdays:  Aaron, Alex, and Courtney all are grandchildren with birthdays coming up. 

·       <A HREF=http://geeeee-zer.blogspot.com/>Himself:</A>  On Hold.

·       Myself:  Finishing the massive pile of magazines left over from when I wasn’t here.

·       Reading:  Katy’s “History of Mendocino County,” plus Consumer Reports, National G, Westways, Smithsonian….and many more.

·       Photo: CarolE.  Gratitude’s: That there was room for him in the radiology department on the 2nd.

 


June 27, 2020

Volunteering

I dug in to sort and find homes for all my sewing stuff yesterday.  Today I am so tired that I am not at all functional.  The last thing I need to do is put the bedspread on the bed, and for some reason, I find that one thing really hard to do.
Could it be because the flowered sheets I have on the bed right now are totally worn out?
The Midway Museum partially opens today.  George had wanted to volunteer there.  The docent training is arduous and long.  While he was working, he couldn’t  do it.  Now that he is retired, he has the time.  My volunteer job with the library is still on hiatus, darn it.  The sun us finally coming out from behind the June Gloom, and it brightens up the day.
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http://geeeee-zer.blogspot.com/>Himself:</A>  Off again to the museum.  Came home with food poisening.
Myself:  <I>Had a very bad night’s sleep.
<LI><U>Reading:</U>  <I>”An Eclectic History of Mendocino County” by Katy M. Tahja.</I></LI>
<LI><U>Photo:</U>  <I>Katy and her husband David.</I></LI>
<LI><U>Gratitude’s:</U>  <I>Katy….one of two Coronado friends.</I></LI></UL >

June 26, 2020

I'M LEARNING HERE



The Covid 19 virus is in a great hurry here.  All those non-believers, those ‘it won’t get to me’ folks, those off to the bar or the beach young-uns are now catching the virus.  They are the ones who won't wear a mask or stay 6 feet away from their friends.  

The “I don’t need to wear a mask,” they say.  We are all violating their freedoms.  We all mourn their unfinished lives when they die.

“More fool them,” I say.

 Both G and I are back to the stage where we wish the governor would shut the state down again.  No such luck. So we stay home.  We still have a mountain of things to move back in.  Today the sewing stuff.  I’m truly grateful that G carried it all up our steep stairs without a complaint.  Now it is my job to find a home for it all.

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<UL><LI><U><A HREF=http://geeeee-zer.blogspot.com/>Himself:</A></U>  <I>Made banana bread…a first, and boy it smells good.<I></LI>
<LI><U>Myself:</U>  <I>Arranging the sewing stuff in some form of order.  Blood sugar before PET scan was 83.  Urinating every two hours all night long.<I></LI>
<LI><U>Reading:</U>  <I>Reich.</I></LI>
<LI><U>Photo:</U>  <I>The Star of India against an antenna from  the Vietnam era.</I></LI>
<LI><U>Gratitude’s:</U>  <I>George.</I></LI></UL >

 


COVID 19 AND US


The Covid 19 virus is in a great hurry here.  All those non-believers, those ‘it won’t get to me’ folks, those off to the bar or the beach young-uns are now catching the virus.  They are the ones who won’t wear a mask or stay 6 feet away from their friends. 

The “I don’t need to wear a mask,” they say.  We are all violating their freedoms.  We all mourn their unfinished lives when they die.

“More fool them,” I say.

Both G and I are back to the stage where we wish the governor would shut the state down again.  No such luck. So we stay home.  We still have a mountain of things to move back in.  Today the sewing stuff.  I’m truly grateful that G carried it all up our steep stairs without a complaint.  Now it is my job to find a home for it all.

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<UL><LI><U><A HREF=http://geeeee-zer.blogspot.com/>Himself:</A></U>  <I>Made banana bread…a first, and boy it smells good.  (And boy, it was good.)<I></LI>
<LI><U>Myself:</U>  <I>Arranging the sewing stuff in some form of order.  Blood sugar before PET scan was 83.  Urinating every two hours all night long.<I></LI>
<LI><U>Reading:</U>  <I>Reich.</I></LI>
<LI><U>Photo:</U>  <I>The star under sail.  Photo M.Dowd..</I></LI>
<LI><U>Gratitude’s:</U>  <I>George.</I></LI></UL >


June 22, 2020

NO HOARDING




Rather than go through carrying things downstairs, we are still upstairs going through boxes.   He admitted to his friends that he is a packrat.  Bin after box of the most amazing things like my parents big, metal scissors, or a package of my mother’s slightly worn and rusty needles with a moving company on the cover appears.  I must tell you that he isn’t making as many bad jokes today as he did yesterday.

Now that I am home and doing better, the get-well-cards have stopped arriving.  Darn.  I’ve become selfish and can admit that I really enjoyed each and every one of them.  I saved them all to a folder prosaically called cards. 

George is over there on the other side of the desk sorting things.  Every once in a while he passes something over the top of the monitors.  A folding traveling hairbrush, a picture of a Granddaughter as a paperweight, and an analog-Radio Shack TV of about 3 inches total.  Out went two bags of trash.  No more being a hoarder, he says loudly.

We are almost home free.

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  • Himself:  The day is cold and cloudy.  I can see the edge of the wall of fog over G’s shoulder.
  • Myself: Not as thoroughly anti hoarding as G.
  • Reading:  Some of the mysteries BDMK sent my way.
  • Photo:  “Star of India.”
  • Gratitude’s:  For sill getting the house almost back together.




June 20, 2020

IN THE MIDST OF




…of settling in, of moving back in to the house, George gets to go back to docent at the Automotive Museum.  I am left with the trivia of settling, while he gets to run after small children yelling “No.”    Yes he remembered to wear his knee braces.  Yes, he also started a load of laundry as he left.

Everything seems tangled though it is getting sorted slowly.   Magazines.  We have National G, Smithsonian, Sierra Club, Westways, and all those other magazines that come with memberships.  You would be proud of me.  I am carefully looking through each volume and reading every article that interests me.  G isn’t reading every page, but then again, he’s looking at every article.

Upstairs is still a horror story, but the bed is where it is supposed to be and made.  Downstairs is getting itself in order.  Only one corner of the room looks as if it is lost in lower Slobovia.  I will tackle that next week.
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  • Himself:  The day is cold and foggy.  He’s not wearing shorts for a change.
  • Myself:  Laundry, lunch, next load of laundry, and more magazines.
  • Reading:  Reich.
  • Photo:  Lines and running gear for the “Star of India.”
  • Gratitude’s:  For getting the house back together.



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<B>HURRAH !!!!!</B>

Two lymph notes are slightly enlarged, but they are no different from those on the last CT scan results.   A bit of fibrosis and a bit of ...