My sweet Swissie (nickname tab above) who has devoted her last three Saturdays to the remodeling project told me that I’ve been too self-deprecating in my recent posts. I promised I’d write something upbeat. So today I’ll be counting my blessings. And not the normal blessings, those I’m very aware of (family, friends, food, errands run, laundry done, etc.) The blessings I'm counting today are the ones that if you look at them one way, make you go stir crazy. Or, you can focus on the fact that Life is Good, and look at them from that side. I'm choosing the light side of the Force. Today.
I didn’t die. I didn’t even have to go to the hospital this time.
When you never go outside, you don’t have to wear sunscreen. My Clinique sunscreen for folks with rosacia costs a million dollars. Well, if you don’t have a GorgeousGirl as a supplier. I’ve saved a whole month of sunscreen!
If you’re home all the time, ALONE you have complete control of the thermostat. The fans. The airflow. You can keep yourself as comfortable as possible. With no one complaining. I’m always too hot, they’re always too cold. It’s an ongoing thing…
I’ve renewed my complete and total allegiance to the Costco version of a memory foam mattress. It’s my sanctuary, my solace, my companion. Egyptian cotton sheets are a must as well. If you have to stay in a bed, it better be a damn good bed. Just sayin'.
I have a dog for two weeks! We’ve been doing a lot of long term dog-sitting for friends, and right now I have a wonderful therapy dog who has chosen ME as his person. He’s completely low maintenance, and follows me everywhere. Not that I go anywhere…but if I do, he’s there. Sleeps beside my side of the bed. Sheds like crazy, but I don’t care. Not allergic to dogs. Allergic to dust.
Bedroom remodel is going well. Texture goes on walls tonight. All the nasty, time consuming, dirty, tedious (like rewiring the entire room for LED can lighting and internet and cable should the next owners not have a wireless router and choose to have cable) work is done. Though me moving out of this house I love so much will be a) over my dead body and/or b) the zombie apocalypse. Though The Engineer is pretty close to having us off grid if need be…passion of his. Useful passion. Never did care for zombies, but my PT got me hooked on “The Walking Dead” and I was sucked in against my will. Resistance really is futile. Yes, I'm watching too much TV. Come on over and challenge me to Scrabble. You'll win.
I AM recovering. I’m now off the prednisone. Soon my brain will return. Soon I won’t fly into rages over little things (Jake chokes his brother on a daily basis – it doesn’t call for a fit the size of Texas, just a “knock that crap off”.) Soon, I can go somewhere. Soon I can do laundry. Right now I’m free to walk about the cabin, next week, I get to do a load of laundry a day. Yippee!
Have you ever been on bed rest? How did you handle it? Have you ever had a long-term illness? Have you ever had to, as in HAD to take nasty drugs to keep alive? Please share. After all, I’m just sitting here. Plenty of time to read and respond to comments.