I am in the eleventh day of a sinus infection that has now morphed into a very deep cough. I finally broke down and went to the doctor yesterday and not surprisingly, I am taking what everyone refers to as the Z Pak these days. It has worked well in the past for me with respiratory infections, but I do experience some side effects. Hmmmm. Best I not tell you what they are. I'm going in to work but let's just say fully prepared for any emergency.
My appetite has gone kaput, nothing tastes good, but tonight I went to the cupboard and lo and behold, there was a large can of Campbells chicken noodle soup. I never buy that "unsophisticated" soup anymore, but I must have. I got teary-eyed (which I am on the verge of constantly these days) thinking of my mom. On birthdays and special occasions she let me choose what I wanted to eat. I always chose Campbells chicken noodle soup mooshed up with saltines or Xlnt tamales. So, right now my tummy is full of soup, memories, and I feel very close to mom. I am comforted.
Since Cookie's death, I've been feeling so unlike myself. I'm functioning but it's shades of gray time and I feel like I'm swathed in cotton batten. I get annoyed very easily although I hope I'm not letting it show. It's not depression but I think a lot of things have piled up that makes it feel like it is. I just need some time to myself. The quick fix would be a new pet, but I know that isn't wise right now. I will definitely get a pet at some point but I'm waiting to see how my sister Betty's radiation and chemo for lung cancer goes. She starts treatment simultaneously on Nov. 16. She's my sis in Washington and I want to be able to comfortably take off and stay with her now and then if she needs me.
So, I lose myself in my art projects or in books. I go to work but I just wind myself up and perform; I haven't the slightest idea what I'm doing. I'm spending very little time on the Internet. To be read, one must return the favor. So, dear ones, I'm here but I'm just hiding out for a while.
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