Sleepy in the South

What time is it? What day is it? Where do  live???

I am sorry to admit that I slept the morning away! I was so  tired last night after grabbing a bite to eat I just went to the recliner, eased myself into it and promptly found myself in dream land. I won’t bore or thrill you with my dreams (at least not this time) and I awoke a few times and dropped back to the streets of Chicago and my partner, Mickey Spillane. Ooops, almost gave that one away!

To the matter at hand… the neurologist was happy i gave myself a little stroke test each time something went numb, but unhappy with the head numbness over the hand numbness it seemed. She aksi wasn’t thrilled with the spasms. I had forgotten those, but Terry kindly reminded me and told her about them. If I have neglected to inform you, I am sorry, I really thought I had. 😦 It consists of an arm or leg taking off in a huge spasm and slamming down on the desk or the floor and hitting it hard. It hurts like fire and I holler. End of story. Can’t tell when one is coming but they sure can wreak havoc.

Bottom line, off to a brain MRI on the 15th and an appt again for the results on Feb 5th.  I will definiely keep you all finom



“One Flew Over The Chicken Coop”

My situation at the moment is that the Vein and Artery surgeon who did the ultrasound on me to determine that my swelling leg and foot wasn’t caused by a blood clot, has been trying to get back with me for months. We miss each other due to me being sick or feeling bad or him being out of town. We finally got together and I was anxious to hear why he wanted another visit after he determined I had Lymph edema and moved me on to home health care for a couple of months. Come to find out, he had discovered I had some varicose veins under and around my right (bad leg) knee. You can’t see them until you pull the skin tight so I had no idea. He said it seemed to be interfering with the blood exchange up and down in that leg. He wants me back in a month and we are going to do another ultrasound to make sure and then go into his office and have a “talk”. When a Dr. says we are going to have a “talk”, to me it isn’t going to be a fairy tale, more like a horror story. To top this mess off, last night I was sitting and slowly rubbing my hands up and down on the outside of my thighs and to the back a little. Don’t ask me why, I have no idea, I guess it was just something to do.  At the back of the top of my thigh, I felt something soft and weird.  I grabbed a round hand mirror I have and put it behind me and looked. Lo and behold the entire top 1/3 of my thigh was a network of varicose veins sticking out mind you!!! I was shocked. How did I not know this??!  I then went to my husband who was lying back in his chair watching some tv show and turned around to show him. He was quiet and I turned a little to look at him and said “what do you think of that??!!” He just smiled and patted my backside and I jerked away and said “You have GOT to be kidding!!!” I am trying to get some sympathy here! I am in a motorized wheelchair!!!! I have varicose veins!!!!”  He just smiled and said “I love you.”  MEN!!!!  Truthfully, he has been working himself to a frazzle. He has been worried sick about me and wearing himself out going to work and then taking care of me when he gets home. Then I worry about him.

I am assuming that the Dr. knows they are there due to the ultrasound. When I left that day he said, “No matter you look great!” I thought, “so…. why does that matter in the big picture of things?” Now I know he probably thought I knew it and was covering up and feeling embarrassed. Jeesh. My life really has turned out to be a circus side show. Thursday I go to the diabetes Dr. and my numbers while better, still aren’t good. Then Friday to a new specialist…..what fun!! The neurologist sent me to an orthopedic surgeon because I have a knee that hurts and I can’t stand on it much. They took x-rays and she says it’s riddled with arthritis. So he is going to…get this….give me a SHOT in the knee!!!! I think I have mentioned most of this before. Well, you are a captive audience after and have to hear my stories and songs while I am wondering just where to get off this silly bus ride.


How Sweet it is

I woke up this morning like some other mornings… having dreamed of running a restaurant and Hiring all of my grandmothers, aunts and friends to cook and run the place. And it was so nice to see them all again doing one of the things they did best, feed me with love and agree to do it for my patrons. Let me tempt you with a few names and descriptions to whet your appetite in a high caloric, (no I didn’t say high colonic) fat laden, sugar filled delights. They are mostly German/Penn. Dutch recipes, but of course these can be loved and appreciated by anyone and are.

How about aromatic Penn. Dutch Snitz Apple Pie. Apples sliced, cinnamon, sugar, flour and butter mixed and when cold cream or half and half are added and a top crust, you know you have entered into a dream and when you eat your first bite with tasty apples and that cinnamon crunch with that thick layer of cream surrounding it all, wrapped in a light flaky crust, well…..

OKay, that’s enough. The pain of missing it is too much to bear. Am I the only one who dreams of sweets to die for. I guess that is the telling phrase we all need to listen for, “to die for”.  Enough said on that subject.

Think good thoughts, I am off to the vein and artery doc who first sent me to home health care for the lymph edema which I will have for the rest of my life, and atrophying of my muscles. He will see how I am doing and re-prescribe if necessary.

As always, film at 11. 🙂