….this afternoon. I managed a 20 minute cleaning jag before my hands clamped down in fits of rage. Man, is that painful or what? I had a sponge loaded with Pine Sol in my hand when the clamping began. It was hard to dig the thing out of my own grasp. Eventually, I managed. Thank goodness it wasn’t toilet water on that sponge! And the bathroom is clean & smelling Pine Solly fresh… I love that stuff.
The hacking and spewing that has plagued me for the past week is maybe, just maybe, starting to get a little bit better today. Instead of coughing non-stop, today it is coming in sort of waves… the tide comes in, I cough til I think I’m going to die, and then the tide goes back out. Last night I woke to a coughing spell unlike any other I’ve had ever. I truly thought I wasn’t ever going to stop, much less breathe again. I managed to haul my ass out of bed and step onto the porch… it was a cool(ish) night. Once I was able to cool down a bit, the spell was broken. Thank goodness. The lack of oxygen to my brain wasn’t doing me any good at all!
It’s been rather cloudy all day today. I like these sorts of days. Not hot, not cold. And no sun to blind me & heat me up. If only a bit of rain would fall out of those lovely clouds things would be even better. The poor weeds that inhabit my “yard” are yearning for a bath. I water every other day (don’t want to get in trouble by the water police) but that doesn’t seem to be satisfying the weeds… they are brown and angry.
I normally don’t watch TV during the day. Today was an exception. There were a few movies on that I enjoyed. The first was A Summer in Genoa with Colin Firth. I like him. It was a good, but sad movie. A father moves with his two daughters to Italy following the death of their mother in a car crash. It was a sort of coming to terms and learning to live again movie. The second movie I watched was…. pft…. I’ve already forgotten. It was a good movie too. I can’t believe I’ve already forgotten! Dammit.
My finger sticks continue to be quite good… I think I might have a handle on the blood sugar stuff. The low carb, no sugar eating plan is working well with managing the BS, with the added benefit of weight loss. On November 19th I weighed in at 212. What a cow! This morning… oh what a glorious sight it was when I perched on that scale (I hate the scale)… I’m weighing in at 198 and while that is still too much, it’s a good start on the road to becoming a non-slug. I had to step on a few times throughout the morning to make sure I wasn’t seeing things. I wasn’t. 198. All day long. 198. Now, I’ve only got about 40 more pounds to go to my best weight. Not too thin, not too chunky. That weight where I feel best about myself. I sure hope I can see that weight again.
A few of the old folks have stopped by when I’ve been sitting on the patio. They introduce themselves and visit a minute before continuing along on the walk/bike ride/golf cart buzz around. It’s been nice to meet them, although I don’t remember their names, mostly. There are few self-proclaimed “cranky” people around here, but that’s to be expected anywhere. For the most part, so far, everyone seems very pleasant. I’m going to have to drink some coffee soon with my back door neighbor to get the gossip. Now that folks are beginning to fill in and activities are up & running, I’m sure the Peyton Place mischief is getting into full swing.
It’s time for the evening news….
P.S. I didn’t win the Powerball lotto crap. It was fun to dream plan though.