Mucho

Mom decided because of the weather's harshness to cancel her appointment for the echo and stress test. So now she will not learn anything for another month. I do not blame her for not wanting to get out in subzero degree conditions.

I discovered one of the sides for Tyvaso involves joint and muscle pain. Mr. P decides to hit me first thing in the morning. I get all over Connie about delaying taking medicine for her arthritis pain, yet I hesitate to take Tylenol (just about the only over-the-counter remedy option), because of its affects on the liver. Aspirin conflicts with my other meds and I am not ready to ask for a script.

Both of those friends and I communicated yesterday. Each of us had a unique relationship with you, and in some ways we represent a certain spirit, the same spirit. Like attracts like even though we all are different.

I ate myself into an additional pound yesterday. Something primal about cold weather and eating, I think. I ate two bowls of stew and lots of bread. Comfort food deluxe. I also consumed half a pint of ice cream, a baked potato and two cheese brats. Today, reason takes over (so far).

The sun offers a weak effort this morning, almost as though it needs recharging. The wind blew itself out overnight allowing the cold to take control of the miseries today.

The couch, kitties and blankets call.

Later, Dude.

Windy

Like the hound of the Baskervilles, the wind blows relentlessly across the Plains.* Old man winter (why is winter a man, but nature is a woman?) finally got in the door and now he rails for being shut out for so long. He flings snow by the handfuls at anyone and anything. The tantrum continues, but in the sky to the south hangs a fey rainbow, a symbol for millennia.

I nailed a quilt over the door and almost immediately felt warmer. I live in a complex that shows its age of more than 50 years.

A couple of your friends sure could use your wisdom about now. One got an exercise induced PH diagnosis confirmed by a top specialist in the field. Another blogs with some pain and stress. Both need you. I wish I could help because they are special.

Miss you, Dude.

Later.

* This sentence (or one mighty close to it) was the lead in a weather story written by Bill R. Lee.

Mundane musings

In the spirit of better late than never, I am paying a visit to my PCP this morning. I think the last time I saw him was about four years ago. I slammed the car door on my shin at least three weeks ago and, although most of my leg is flesh colored again, I still sport a rather large knot in a royal purple hue. Surely doc PCP can tell me what to do. I am wondering if the bulge needs lancing.

As for the Tyvaso, I am on eight puffs, four times a day. I am having some stomach woes, so I still need to get food vs medicine synced. At times I have pains where the ribs meet in front. Other times I have heartburn in my throat. Lying down a bit takes care of the former and a few swigs of Mylanta cools the latter.

I got a wonderful surprise package Friday -- a soft and snuggley wrap with pockets. The boys enjoyed a new box. Win, win for everyone.

My hands and feet feel much like Popsicles, so yesterday I found the king size, automatically shuts off after two hours heating pad. The heating pad sits on top of the pillow I use to elevate my legs. I lie on my hands until they warm up. I use a blanket over this and grab a kitty or two as well. My coffee serves a dual purpose. Sure the caffeine gets me going but the mug makes an excellent hand warmer.

Bored. *sigh*

Later.