Made it through another night without incident. Possible exception is that my TV remote is still missing 3 weeks after the poltergeist removed it. And since the sound has gone out on my TV finding the remote isn’t that much of an option now. Therefore, I predict it will turn up where it should be any time now. Thankfully I can still watch movies on the Kindle. If that goes missing I’m going to put out some very large rat traps to see if they will work on poltergeists!
So, today Mike will stop by with a few items from the grocery — if he remembers. My memory isn’t all that great, but I have a reason for that. MS! Only half a brain cell still working, so no dementia or anything to blame for that, unlike the rest of the family — except for one of my cousins who also has MS. My kids are just getting older so…..
Actually, at some time during the night I woke up, felt a bit empty, so I got some fish out of the freezer and cooked it. Tasted pretty good but standing there on one foot became a bit hairy after the first couple of minutes.
I may have forgotten (MS – remember) to mention the taking of vitals during my stay at the hospital. Thinking about food was a good reminder. Someone came in during every meal to check them. They use a probe type thermometer to get my temperature and since I don’t schedule sips of ice water or times to put a bite of breakfast sausage in my mouth we just had to live with what they found. The water incident didn’t have any bad results but when she stuck the thermometer in my mouth the next morning I had just put a bite of sausage in there and you can probably guess what the thermometer got stuck in. By that time the sausage was a nice, warm 100.2 degrees. Treatment for possible infection to me began almost immediately, even though I tried to tell them that was NOT my temp. Just another method of not listening to the patient. Of course the sausage which would have been my proof was no longer available for them to analyze so I received a pneumonia shot — or so they told me, and an instrument of torture called breathing treatment.
The knee walker I had yesterday was defective (brakes wouldn’t release) so I called the provider. They brought me another one, made sure it was all attached and the right height, and all tested. Trouble is, this time the brakes don’t hold at all. And I still haven’t made some knee pads for my boney knee. Where did all the fat that used to be on my knees go? And when? And what part of my anatomy is going to fail me next? I’ll let you know if I suddenly grow horns or…OH, just thought of a very real possibility and I don’t like this one. Last year when I had surgery I lost a lot of hair after the anesthesia. And I’ve never had all that much hair to begin with. Ohboy! Guess I’ll have to look at scarves and wigs this year!
Oh dear! Just got a text from my daughter. She got the COVID booster a couple of days ago and is having a bad reaction to it. I got mine Tuesday with no reaction at all. I hate that for her! Wonder why some have bad reactions while the rest of us don’t?