Friday, November 18, 2011

1year anniversary

It's the one year anniversary next week of mom's passing. My brother sent me the cards that came for mom for Christmas. Just a few, five or six. No birthday cards, none. Her birthday was the 29th of December and she didn't get one card. I miss her so much.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Monday, January 31, 2011

Monday

Had a bit of a rough night last night. My foot ached, not the operated toe but the outside edge of my foot. I kept imagining how painful the bound foot of Chinese women must have been. I was up and down all night but...tomorrow is my follow-up visit to the podiatrist and they will redress the foot. Ought to be better then. Meanwhile, I slip an ice pack in the walking shoe, it fits nicely and the shoe holds it in place and ice feels GOOD!

I had my visit with the endocrinologist today. He re-ultra-sounded my thyroid and we will probably have the left side removed and the right side, which is small, will take over production of thyroid hormone. It seems a better bet then having repeated needle sticks and waiting for the thyroid to grow large enough to interfere with swallowing and end up needing to have it removed at a later date, when perhaps, being older, it will be harder on my system. After watching mom, all I can say is, the younger you are for some procedures, the easier it is to endure and recover from.

Meanwhile, I've been knitting, I've started a new prayer shawl in Parfait, a pink Homespun yarn and I'm knitting it in a seed stitch rather then the usual stockinette stitch. It seems a bit tighter but I like the effect of the seed stitch. Well, heck, it could be moss stitch too. I'm not sure, it's just knit over purl and purl over knit.
We've got a cold front rolling in. Low temperatures (maybe 9 at night) and chance of snow! I love snow! Sadly, John's got to fly out and will miss our weather.

Dogs are fine. Snuggled on the sofa with me while I watch tv and knit. Yesterday Mr P was real pisser. We took him out to chase balls, which went great but then while he waited in the truck for us while we did a few chores, he peed on both seats and in the back. I think he must have been mortified at doing it but couldn't hold it so was traveling all about the truck while he went. Quite shocking, got our pants good and soaked! Still, got to love Mr P.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Ouch!

Yesterday was an exciting day. I had a left foot bunion repaired. I don't know what I expected, but it was not how bad I felt afterward. I threw-up in the driveway after getting home, luckily not in the car, but instead on me and the driveway. Horrid headache, nausea all afternoon and evening, and last but most certainly not least, a foot that felt like it was a glowing match head. Lordy sakes but it hurt. Throbbed, ached, felt like I had a torture device on it. I think that was because I am used to being barefoot or with very loose shoes and it has a pressure-like dressing on it and it's pulling the foot back together into alignment and my foot does not like that. Ah well. The doctor assures me that by Monday it will be feeling better. Have to say, that right now at 2am, I'm feeling better, headache and nausea are gone, foot is still iffy, but not near as bad as just 6 hours ago. Hopefully, I'm a fast healer.

It's my first ever bone experience. I do not know how people who have multiple broken bones deal with the pain, it's got to be just out of there.

Friday, January 28, 2011

Friday

I decided to start doing some of the scrap-booking classes I've signed up for. In fact, redoing a couple. My mind doesn't retain like it once did. Luckily, things seem easier this time around. I decided to 'do' The Dude.

He's a neat cat, and has a good home. He just started hanging out on my daughters porch when he was a young cat and stayed. The vet calls him a 'golden' cat. He's just really nice. And yes, he's called The Dude.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Custard

I hope, when I am old, that someone that loves me, my son, my daughter, someone, will make me custard, will make me tapioca pudding. I made those things for my mom, but did I make them enough? It still brings me to tears thinking of my mom. It's too late to tell her I love her, I only hope she knew, that my actions, as well as my words, told her how much I loved her, still love her, and miss her.