No Worries, I'm Over Myself

Good news!!!  Now, when telling funny stories with your friends, not mean-spirited ones, mind you, but genuinely, we're all laughing at each other together stories, you've got a new one.  You are the person who knows a woman who fell out of her wheelchair and it collapsed and landed partially on top of her body while her two dogs sat there very politely and obediently.  Honestly I do think it is a good thing they were tied to the chair.  Oscar, bless him, the gentleman he is, would have stayed to protect me, my honor, our pride, etc.  Katie on the other hand would have split, wanting not to be seen near such pitiful wreckage.  Seriously, she would've.

I have discovered that walking the dogs with my Rolly walker is a good technique.  Been doing that more and more.  Since there is a seat, I am covered if the "muscle collapsing" occurs.  And I'll just sit until it comes back or I can be rescued, whichever is more tolerable.  I am leery of Texas Iditarod adventures right now, as I'm sure you can understand.

I managed to scrub both tubs, both toilets, all bathroom counters and sinks, the kitchen counter, and get both beds linens changed, and caught up with laundry this week.  Now that, my dear friends, is an accomplishment.  The house still looks very dirty because, well it is.  Dust everywhere.  Floors need sweeping, then mopping.  New cat thinks its ok to just shed his fur wherever he pleases.  We've had the talk, trust me.  He does not care.  But, neither of us humans has to bathe in dirty vessels anymore, so that's something.  And we get to sleep in clean stuff.  Nice when you sleep sans pjs, like we do.

Um, what else.  OK, I went to 3 doctor appointments this week.  And at every office, people, more than one, commented on my wheelchair "rims".  How much they loved them, did I make them, how did I do it, did I think of it by myself, do I make them for other people?  If I'd had had some in my giant diaper bag, I swear I could've sold 5 or 6 pair.  Depending of what I charge, of course.  So, I have decided to now switch up off of  crocheting Twiddle Muffs for a while and do Yarn Rims.   Crocheting in the round is not mindless, like I like my crocheting to be, though.  It requires counting, marking, yadda, yadda.  But, I have stumbled upon a way to do it with a loom, which I think will make it easier and faster on me to create such yarn rims.  Now, this includes learning a new skill and all that comes with it.  I don't even have a knitting loom, never even held one that I can remember.  But, I'm gonna give it a go.  Here is the surprising bit, and another way I'm blessed to be with the very specific man I married.  To make a custom size circle, THERE IS A LOT OF MATH INVOLVED.  I'm talking a lot.  Like 10th grade geometry finals, lot.  And, no surprise to me, I cannot do it.  But, when my sweetness gets home, since he's been telling me to do Yarn Rims for years now, he will conquer that damn math for me.  It's really ridiculous.  There's conversions from rows to inches to stitches.  Pi is used somewhere in there along with radius.  There's like 4 different times you have to divide by what seems like a random number.  I refuse to try to wrap my head around it anymore.    The brain box that my geometry lives in has been sealed shut and stuffed in the back of my brain closet for more than 3 decades.  That stuff is just not coming out.  I say RIP geometry.  I married a smart man.  lol  So, here's to learning new things, spitting in the face of the all intimidating knitting loom, and marrying the RIGHT man.    (I still have 23 more minutes before I am allowed to drink anything, but I swear I will lift a glass then.)

The changes to the way I eat are turning out to be really good for me and my digestion and absorption of food.  The salt tablets, and what I am adding to all my beverages and food have helped raise my blood pressure to a more normal range.  I go back to Dr. S next week to hear what was seen while looking at my kidneys and at the Nutcracker syndrome thingy.

I have the opportunity to chat with new friends most any time of the day now.  One of them has created a chat room for a group of us who met at our support group.  It is so beneficial to not be isolated here anymore.  I guess that's the understatement of the year.  Isolation is never good, not for anyone.  Especially if you're in pain.  Because pain is scary, even when you know that some or all of the fear is unjustified.  And it SUCKS to be isolated and scared.  That is a rabbit hole no one should ever go down.  So, thank you to my group.

Today's confession is that I did try to put the harness on the cat so we could go walking with the leash.  Its a special cat harness, it's not just jimmied from the dog's or anything.  Precious Evy would let  me put it on her, but then promptly became a doorstop.  Norway acted like he was sure I lost my mind and if I touched him any longer, it would be a contagious thing.  So, still no walking kitties on leashes with the dogs at my house.  A girl can dream.

I'm thankful today.  For so much, and for so many.  For comfort, provision, opportunity, services.  For family, friends, and strangers, whether they give kindness or just teach lessons.  Thankful for the fact that I am able to keep my mind and heart open to whatever, and whoever comes.