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Monday, July 6, 2015

Trying To Get Back To My Baseline

I almost said ‘normal’ in that title, but that’s long gone! As I said on Friday, we were planning to have a quiet fourth, and we did. I was feeling so much better, and I knew I was only a day or two away from being totally fine. Unfortunately, my husband decided he still wanted part of the holiday, so he made cheeseburgers. Instead of getting a package of ground meat and letting me shape them into burgers, he opted for ready-made ones from the meat department. He also picked up some potato salad, coleslaw, and a Jewish pickle from the deli.

What harm could it do to just eat a little of each? Right? It can’t hurt. Right? I found out a little later when my stomach rebelled once again. It didn’t bother my husband, so it had to be my recovering gut. Maybe the meat wasn’t as fresh? Raw cabbage? Ingredients in the potato salad? Whatever it was, I was sick again, and angry at myself for not listening to my alarm bells! I felt fine by yesterday, but once again, I stuck to bland foods.

Our neighbor brought over some of their grilling – chicken, burgers, and sausage – and we thanked them profusely. We froze the burgers and sausage, and we ate the chicken last night. I scraped all the grilling char from my piece, and I had it with a cup of chicken noodle soup. I still feel all right today – so far.

My daughter and the two little ones will be coming for lunch today. I have the larder stocked with their favorites, but I’ll stick with crackers. I’m hoping that this time, my ‘slow and steady’ will reap good results. I hate to be missing the summer’s bounty of fruits and veggies, though. My daughter is bringing us more from their gardens, and I really crave a salad using those crops, but I’m being wise this time.

My big boys fly home tonight, and I’ll be relieved once they’re on this side of the continent, again! Hopefully, they’ll come for dinner on Wednesday, and I’ll hear about their adventures.

Peace,

Muff

Saturday, July 4, 2015

Happy Fourth of July!



It will be celebrated...
With pomp and parade...
Bonfires and illuminations
From one end of this continent to the other.

John Adams
[on July 4th celebrations]

Friday, July 3, 2015

Friday Fragments

Well, with being sick, I had time to collect some random thoughts, and here they are.

Baker: Before I got knocked down, I did some baking. I had tons of zucchini left, so I decided to grind it up and make some bread. My recipe is simple, and the end result is delicious. I haven’t had any yet – I’m thinking maybe by tomorrow, I’ll try it. My husband confirmed that it’s yummy. I sent a loaf over to my hairdresser, and I froze the rest. The house smells so good when I bake, and the aroma usually gives me joy, just not this time. [If you want the recipe, I’ll stick it in below.]

Visitor: Our little fur grand, Kasey, is staying with us for a week. My two big boys are on vacation, hiking on Mt. Rainier, so we get the pup. My husband picked him up on Tuesday night, and the poor dog was so confused with my being sick in bed. By Wednesday, though, he just wanted to play. I love having him here – he lifts my spirits. One of his favorite things is going for car rides, so I’m trying to get my husband to take him out.

Worrying: As I said, my boys are far away, and in typical ‘mom mode,’ I’m worried about them. I go through all the what-ifs, and I get nervous. After I do that for a while, I end up turning my worry over to the big Guy upstairs, and I try to relax. I’d worry even if they were just visiting someone in a far-away place, but doing all that outdoorsy stuff makes me anxious.

Errata: The last two books I read were both published by the same company – St. Martin’s Press – and I was annoyed. There were soooo many errors! Typographical ones, scenery changes, and plot errors caused me to get antsy. Do they not employ proofreaders or copy editors anymore? There’s no excuse for many of the mistakes. I even thought of writing the publisher a note, but I doubt if it would help. Do things such as that irritate you, or am I just a grump?

Good News: My daughter said they may be moving back to NJ by next year. It’s only an hour and fifteen minutes where they now live, but I’d like them to be closer. My SIL has been working way too much, but there are constant personnel changes, and he needs to fill in. They’ve already checked with a realtor, and they’ll easily get a good price for their current home. Wouldn’t it be neat if I get to see my little guys more often?

The 4th of July: We decided to keep everything very simple this year. I was too sick to deal with prep work, so it’ll just be the two of us, and Kasey dog. The weather isn’t promising, but it won’t matter. I’ll let my husband decide what dinner will be, and I’ll continue to take it easy. But I hope all of you have a great day.

I’ll report on my books next week. That’s it for now.

Peace,
Muff

Zucchini Bread
Ingredients
3 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon baking powder
3 teaspoons ground cinnamon
3 eggs
1 cup vegetable oil
2 1/4 cups white sugar
3 teaspoons vanilla extract
2 cups grated zucchini
1 cup chopped walnuts [optional]
Directions
1.    Grease and flour two 8 x 4-inch pans. Preheat oven to 325 degrees F.
2.    Sift flour, salt, baking powder, soda, and cinnamon together in a bowl.
3.    Beat eggs, oil, vanilla, and sugar together in a large bowl. Add sifted ingredients to the creamed mixture, and beat well. Stir in zucchini and nuts until well combined. Pour batter into prepared pans.
4.    Bake for 40 to 60 minutes, or until tester inserted in the center comes out clean. Cool in pan on rack for 20 minutes. Remove bread from pan, and completely cool.


Thursday, July 2, 2015

Popping In

Sorry for pulling a disappearing act. I really was sicker than I thought. While I always tend to blame everything on the MS, this time I think it was the other way around. I think I had some stomach bug that awoke the MonSter, and I just fell apart.

On Monday, all I could eat were little bites of soda crackers and little sips of ginger ale. Even that upset my stomach. I tried taking some Pepto, but nothing seemed to work. In the middle of the night, I got very sick, and I realized that I had probably eaten something that was wrong or a virus was brewing. I had no fever, though, so I’m not really sure what happened. On Tuesday, after I showered, I just stayed in bed, and later in the chair. I never went downstairs, and I avoided food and drink. I watched TV, and I read, but I couldn’t do much else. I felt so weak and sick.

Yesterday, I did come downstairs, but I still didn’t feel like eating. My husband insisted I try some chicken soup, and I wasn’t sick from it. I was on my way to being well, again. Since I was still so weak, I did little except sit. By last night, though, I no longer had that sick feeling, and I was moving better, too. After a good night’s sleep, I’m starting to feel human again. I think I’ll still take it easy with the food for a while, but I’m managing to get around easier.

I do think I heal quickly, so I’m sure that I’ll be fully recovered soon. It was just an experience I don’t want to have again. Little by little, I’ll read all your blogs, and try to comment when I can. Just be patient. I could check my email and FB while I was out of commission, but I don’t have my blogger info on the phone. So, I’m behind.

Today is my little grandie’s third birthday, and I can’t wait to see him when I’m all better. He’s such a little doll, and I can’t believe the time has flown by so quickly.

Before I start to fade again, I’m getting off here, and just reading other postings.

Peace,

Muff

Monday, June 29, 2015

Not As Planned

Remember the wedding we were attending last Friday? Well, it didn’t happen for me. That morning, I knew I was a bit ‘off,’ but I thought that by taking things a little at a time, I’d be fine. I had everything organized. I took my shower and did my hair in the morning. I began my makeup, and I took the rest of it downstairs to complete later. I just put on the shell from my outfit and wore a robe over it, so I just needed to add the slacks and jacket later. My ballet slippers were ready, and my jewelry was set. I thought I had everything under control.

First, I needed to finish the card I was making, but my hands wouldn’t cooperate. So, I sent my husband to the store to buy one. He had to put the check inside and get it all in the envelope, I was that clumsy! Should that not have been clue number one? By early afternoon, I was fading fast, and I just struggled to get around. It wasn’t hot, but when I’m pushing myself, I create my own heat. That was the case on Friday. I tried to just sit and calm down, but I knew I was under siege. My husband could see it, too.

He went upstairs to shower and dress, and he planned to help me get ready. However, by then I knew it was hopeless. I just couldn’t move. I gave up. I told my husband to go without me, and he said he wouldn’t. I explained to him that these were our good friends, and we couldn’t just not show up. He hates to go to social events alone, and I knew he was angry. The anger wasn’t at me, but at the circumstance. Finally, I convinced him, and he left at 4:30 for the 5:00 ceremony.

I was so sad after he was gone, and I just raged at this crappy MS. All my planning, all my organizing, all my anticipation was for naught. How many times would this keep happening? I tried to watch TV, I tried to get interested in my book, and I even tried to make myself be okay. It just didn’t work – I was really just so sad. I hate private pity parties, so I made myself get over it, but it took a lot of mental effort.

When my husband came home at 10:30, I could see he had enjoyed himself, and I was glad I insisted that he attend. He brought home the program, menu, and anything else he could, so I could share it vicariously. He did admit, though, that I would have had some problems. It was crowded, as I knew it would be, and the band was exceptionally loud. The reception was held at the same venue as my daughter’s, so I had a pretty good mental picture of the events.

My girlfriend was disappointed that I couldn’t be there, but she understood about my condition. I’ll get to see all the photos, and I’ll ooh and ahh, despite the fact that I missed it. I am grateful, though, that I recognized that I must stay home. Can you imagine if I had forced myself to go? I’d have been miserable. For the record, I do have something going on here, and I think it’s a virus. I’m still weak, and my stomach has been upset for a few days. I plan to continue doing nothing, and hopefully, this will pass.

Peace,

Muff

Friday, June 26, 2015

See Ya!

Sorry... no post today. Busy, busy... Maybe over the weekend... See ya soon...

Peace,
Muff

Thursday, June 25, 2015

A Day Out -- For Good and Bad

It always amazes me that we can go through horrific storms, and we come out on the other side with beautiful weather! The day before our wedding, we had a hurricane! My father was so concerned that he contacted his tailor to prepare coverings for us should it rain on our day. Not to worry, though, since the wedding day was cool, sunny, and not a cloud in the sky. What was bad, however, was the closing of so many roads. Many people couldn’t get to the church, so they went straight to the reception. Every time we have bad storms, I’m always reminded of that time!

Yesterday was gorgeous – warm, but not overwhelming; sunny but not blistering so; and just filled with gentle breezes. I knew my husband wanted to ride around to see what was left standing, and I just wanted to get out. I tend to ignore the fact that I’m eventually going to return where I must face those dreaded outside steps. However, we rode around, and I was amazed at how powerful that storm was. I heard on the news that in some areas, it was worse than Super Storm Sandy from a few years ago.

We saw massive trees that had been uprooted as if they were little dandelions. Debris lay all around, and many homes and lawns were littered with branches. It seemed almost surreal looking at how many areas were hit hard. It wasn’t a tornado, just straight line winds that wreaked such havoc. Many roads had shut down because of flooding and downed power lines. I felt extremely blessed, knowing that we had escaped with little harm.

As long as we were out, we stopped at the mall/promenade to pick up a few things. I stayed in the wheelchair so we could walk farther. My husband walked slowly, and he followed my hand signals when we needed to turn. I still hate being in that chair, but I pushed it aside so I could enjoy myself. After some time spent browsing and purchasing only what was necessary – ballet flats and shirts for me, and a tie for him. I also got a deal on scented liquid hand soaps for the powder room. Then it was time to load our packages and me into the car for a return trip. And that’s the part I hate.

All the way home, I kept dreading those steps, so I was already stressed when we got home. I just have so much trouble there, and I get so overwhelmed. I have to hold the railing with both hands, which means I’m turned sideways. I lift my left foot onto the first step, and then I swing the right foot up next to it. I repeat that for the next step, all the while straining to do so, and sometimes with my husband having to help ease my foot onto the step. When I reach the next area, I have to hold onto the door jamb and the opened interior door while I try to go over the threshold. I’m exhausted and overheated from the process, and I swear I’m never going through it again. I always do, though. My boys are in the process of brainstorming ways that a ramp could be constructed, but it’s a tricky approach.

So, my day out was filled with good and bad. Today is another gorgeous one, but I’m staying home.

Peace,
Muff


Here are some photos of the damaged areas.