missyinacage
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Sorry you're having problems, Bill. It's good that you're getting it checked immediately. Hope everything turns out fine.
Good luck on your appt. Please have safe travels.Most sewing is focused on mending clothes right now. After that who knows. Long distance orthopedic appt tomorrow. Ugh.
I hope the appointment goes well Roni, good luck!Most sewing is focused on mending clothes right now. After that who knows. Long distance orthopedic appt tomorrow. Ugh.
Thanks! It has been a rough few months. I did see my surgeon too. He thinks my surgery did contribute to my health issues in that my blood pressure naturally ran low, and when I lost weight of course my blood pressure dropped as well. Unfortunately, the SVTs cause drops in blood pressure as well. I am losing a lot of weight though!Aww Kathi I’ve been thinking about you and hoping you’re improving! I’m so happy your daughters are coming for Christmas.
I am so sorry Diane. Sending virtual hugs to you. How can we help?For the record, I'm having a blue Christmas.
Jack spent last week putting our outdoor lights up. I will try to get a picture soon. We are working on the tree, but I haven't been up to doing my part of separating the branches properly. I have trouble standing for more than a few minutes at a time, so the tree is slow going.
My daughters are both coming here for Christmas with their husband/boyfriend and my grandson. My younger daughter and her boyfriend are bringing Christmas dinner so that I don't have to cook. I am so looking forward to having everyone here for Christmas but have not had the energy to prepare.
My cardiologist has put me on a drug to raise my blood pressure. Unfortunately, the medication makes my scalp itch like crazy and drives me insane.
They are mailing me another ekg patch to be worn for 2 weeks this time. Hopefully we will document enough SVTs for them to do a cardiac ablation, as they cannot treat the SVTs with medication as my blood pressure is too low.
Anyway this is my favorite time of the year. If I can get these branches separated on this tree, and a few of my favorite ornaments up, all will be right in my world!![]()
Holidays are simply not a happy time for a huge part of the world population. The stack of "please give" letters stuffed in my mailbox don't help. One-year, I wrote "deceased" on them and put them in outgoing mail. Backfired big time. They came back stamped with notes asking for forwarding addresses.
Aside from a sense of personal failure, people I love seem to be suffering. And those I've supported when they were down seem oblivious to my need for love and companionship.
But worst of all is how stupid I am. I got an email from a famous author, a historic figure whose been friends with me for decades. She emails and snail-mails with me a few times a year. It's a genuine honor but for some reason, I don't appreciate it as much as I should. I haven't even written her back.
I used to love the end-of-the-year holidays. But then everything became so fake and loaded with conditions. I need to take my $200 7' gorgeous fake tree down to St. Vincents so some family can stand it up gloriously in their living room.
Anyway, I'm truly happy for you who will celebrate. I know youd be caroling outside my door if you could. But there comes a point for some where it's simply exhausting, not joyful, and hectic, not peaceful. Those are the times I used to sit in the dark and watch snow fall through the streetlight glow and feel peace on earth. Unfortunately, it rarely snows in Seattle anymore.
Okay, no more whining. Even if my life isn't joyful anymore because of age and poverty and depression, I can reach out to someone sleeping on the streets with a dollar or a meal in a lunch sack. I may have a decade left to live, so I need to fight to make those ten-ish years as loving as possible.
After all, ive had an extraordinary life.
I understand what you're saying Diane. If my daughters were still not speaking to me, the holidays would be a lot harder for me. I have to tell you that I am still struggling with my depression too, and my ongoing health issues are not helping. I do my best to try and stay positive when I can.Holidays are simply not a happy time for a huge part of the world population. The stack of "please give" letters stuffed in my mailbox don't help. One-year, I wrote "deceased" on them and put them in outgoing mail. Backfired big time. They came back stamped with notes asking for forwarding addresses.
Aside from a sense of personal failure, people I love seem to be suffering. And those I've supported when they were down seem oblivious to my need for love and companionship.
But worst of all is how stupid I am. I got an email from a famous author, a historic figure whose been friends with me for decades. She emails and snail-mails with me a few times a year. It's a genuine honor but for some reason, I don't appreciate it as much as I should. I haven't even written her back.
I used to love the end-of-the-year holidays. But then everything became so fake and loaded with conditions. I need to take my $200 7' gorgeous fake tree down to St. Vincents so some family can stand it up gloriously in their living room.
Anyway, I'm truly happy for you who will celebrate. I know youd be caroling outside my door if you could. But there comes a point for some where it's simply exhausting, not joyful, and hectic, not peaceful. Those are the times I used to sit in the dark and watch snow fall through the streetlight glow and feel peace on earth. Unfortunately, it rarely snows in Seattle anymore.
Okay, no more whining. Even if my life isn't joyful anymore because of age and poverty and depression, I can reach out to someone sleeping on the streets with a dollar or a meal in a lunch sack. I may have a decade left to live, so I need to fight to make those ten-ish years as loving as possible.
After all, ive had an extraordinary life.
Thank you Diane and right back at ya!Judy, not only would I love to hear you sing, I'd stick around for belches, hacks, harumphs or any ordinary squeak or pop your body might make. You've been a beacon of light here for a long time, and I haven't said it more because part of your glow is just being self actualized enough to give it away instead of gobbling it up. Imagine my heart brimming with admiration for you. I know you can, because you know it's true.
Oh Diane, my heart aches when I think of you experiencing pain that overtakes the joy that being alive, at a healthy weight, and living your best life brings. I too would be joining in singing nearly at the top of my lungs after providing earplugs & earmuffs for everyone else. I hope you can find bits and pieces of beauty & happiness and to make your own special collage that brings you some peace & gladness. Sounds kinda corny, I know, but this comes from my heart. ❤❤❤❤Holidays are simply not a happy time for a huge part of the world population. The stack of "please give" letters stuffed in my mailbox don't help. One-year, I wrote "deceased" on them and put them in outgoing mail. Backfired big time. They came back stamped with notes asking for forwarding addresses.
Aside from a sense of personal failure, people I love seem to be suffering. And those I've supported when they were down seem oblivious to my need for love and companionship.
But worst of all is how stupid I am. I got an email from a famous author, a historic figure whose been friends with me for decades. She emails and snail-mails with me a few times a year. It's a genuine honor but for some reason, I don't appreciate it as much as I should. I haven't even written her back.
I used to love the end-of-the-year holidays. But then everything became so fake and loaded with conditions. I need to take my $200 7' gorgeous fake tree down to St. Vincents so some family can stand it up gloriously in their living room.
Anyway, I'm truly happy for you who will celebrate. I know youd be caroling outside my door if you could. But there comes a point for some where it's simply exhausting, not joyful, and hectic, not peaceful. Those are the times I used to sit in the dark and watch snow fall through the streetlight glow and feel peace on earth. Unfortunately, it rarely snows in Seattle anymore.
Okay, no more whining. Even if my life isn't joyful anymore because of age and poverty and depression, I can reach out to someone sleeping on the streets with a dollar or a meal in a lunch sack. I may have a decade left to live, so I need to fight to make those ten-ish years as loving as possible.
After all, ive had an extraordinary life.