An oncologist once said my pain tolerance was ” stupidly, dangerously high.” I guess having a pain tolerance that high has just made me cocky. I don’t know how people do it. Have no doubt I’ve had some really seriously bad pain in my life, but I don’t tolerate pain meds all that well…right now I’m about ready to chew off my own leg.
I had my hip pain under control for quite a while. Then I stupidly went to the beach and walked in all that soft sand for long, long distances… stupid …stupid …stupid. Hopefully I’m going to be able to get it back under some control. I’m really counting on that.
My biggest concern is that sitting seems to be the enemy. I’m a psychotherapist. I sit for a living.
The little furry buggers are just deep, deep wells you throw all your emotions into.
I hesitate to say it because I feel like I’ve been crying wolf for quite a while now. Skippy is really slowing down… for those of you who really follow the Douglas dramas. He’s having trouble walking and standing up. He’s lost about 3 pounds in the last couple weeks. But he is still happy and eats like a little piggy. His doctor who is a good friend , and wouldn’t needlessly spare my feelings in a situation like this, seems to think that he’s not quite ready to go yet. And I’m grateful for any time we have together.
Skip/Doug has given us a few scares over the last couple years, and even my buddy the vet has thought he would be gone before this. But I gotta feeling this little furry bugger is not going down without a fight. I suppose you don’t reach 112 and a half without learning a few things about living. I’m so sad ….but honored to be with him as long as he happily deems to do so.
I think I do an excessive amount of laundry. Perhaps it’s the product of a fairly modestly sized wardrobe.
I don’t remember if I said anything previously about it, but the United States Medicare system has not paid me since October. Why? Because they made a typo in my tax ID number and it took them that long to correct it. Just this week they finally accepted my billing. Hopefully that means I’ll get paid soon. Won’t that be nice?
I’m hoping to get a new car this week. New to me. Friends, really great friends decided not to trade theirs in. I’m going to pass mine on to another friend who really needs one badly. You know they need it badly when they’re willing to take a Chevy with 212,000 miles on it. Even if it is free.
If you recall this was the car I got into a pretty bad accident with during Operation Meet the Brit, last year. It reached 200,000 miles on that trip. I was really hoping to get it to 250,000 miles however I am willing to let my friend have that honor. Hopefully like Skip/Doug it keeps happily plugging on. I asked her to take a photo of the mileage either on its last day or when it does hit 250,000, whichever comes first.