Doc In The Box

docWell okay, not a doctor, a nurse practitioner.

And not in a box.  In our grocery store.

The Little Clinic.

I have to say…I am impressed.

I’ve been sick off and on now for oh…maybe 2 months?  Mostly I figured it was allergies, and it was, however it grew.  It became a sinus infection.  I did what every good Diva does, I self medicated with antibiotics I found left over from others in the house.  I know, I know, not good, especially when they were expired.  Weaker versions of their original selves.  Oh I checked to be sure they were ones for treating sinus infections, and they were, but they were weak at best.  It helped a little. But then things just got worse.  Even my eyes are watery and itchy from the, well, yuck stuff in my head.  Not good.

So, now that I’ve lost my voice, I finally went to have it checked.  Okay, again, mom said she was dragging me there strongly suggesting I go.  As I am self pay because I do not have insurance, I opted for the newly opened  Little Clinic.  For what it would cost me at the doc’s office, but without an appointment and much more convenient hours (guess THEY understand people work or have other obligations and their illnesses don’t seem to receive the memos about 9-5 except when on the golf course.

The place was not busy, was seen right away, and now I have a nice, strong, new antibiotic and a steroid to take to get me going.  Not  contagious just nothing more than a whisper and my head is stuffed and it’s dripping its yuck down my throat.  Lovely visual I know.  I’m a vision of loveliness actually, sporting my Bengal jersey (and of course they lost) and sniffling, blowing, sneezing.

And now, all medicated up and with a hot cup of hazelnut cappuccino (thanks to my niece moving home with her Keurig) I’m curling up on the bed to work on a crochet project and enjoy my virtual, HD fireplace on my TV (no fireplace in my bedroom) along with some nice Christmas music.

Day 29 ~ 30 Days Of Thankfulness 2012

I am thankful today that I am still currently self employed.

What I have held on to as allergies to our 3 cats, and I am rather allergic to them, now seems to be more.  I think I  may have a roaring sinus infection.  To top it off I had a touch of a stomach virus which left me sick to my stomach this morning.

My ‘job’ allowed for me to blow off the day and sleep most of it.  This was a good thing.

Still not feeling grand but thankful I did not have to go to work like this.

Day 13 ~ 30 Days Of Thankfulness 2012

I am very thankful this morning for a warm bed to sleep in!

Many are still without power from Hurricane Sandy, and many don’t have a home to go to at all.  And there are homeless individuals all over the world that slept in great discomfort and cold last night.  I don’t take for granted  the creature comforts I have, including that warm, comfortable bed of mine.

 

Day 4 ~ 30 Days Of Thankfulness 2012

A warm, comfortable bed, that is what I’m thankful for today.

Some mornings the hardest task of the day is crawling out from the soft, warm blankets.  I sleep like a brick in it, it is so comfy, cozy, and warm on chilly mornings.  I know there are many around the world who are fortunate to sleep at all, and then it is on hard, cold surfaces, or in ditches fighting wars.  Some would not know such joy as to have a warm blanket let alone soft cotton sheets and a thick, cozy comforter.

I am very aware of the blessing of small simple things, and my bed is one of those seemingly simple pleasures for which I give much thanks!

Sniff Sniff Achoo Achoo Blow And Oops!

Usually I do Post-It-Note-Tuesday, but today, I am late even getting to blogging.  Several days late.  Too much going on, and when I had time to write I was seated in front of the 2012 Debate #3.  And that is ALL I am saying as far as politics.  Welcome to my wacky life of late.

My allergies are in full swing.  Actually if truth be told they are in over drive.  Nose running, eyes and nose itching, even the roof of my mouth and my inner ears itch.  I’m rolling through the tissues a box at a time when I am at home.  A walking, breathing, gooey, nasty, snot machine.  Sounds absolutely adorable, doesn’t it?  Yes, far less than feeling sexy, I feel like a commercial for _______ (insert your favorite allergy med).  Sniff sniff, ACCHOOOOOOO!!!!  BLOOOOOOOW.  And it isn’t the pollen, that is low. Nope this is the cats.  All 3 of them.  One of which is mine and has taken again to bedtime love fests of chin scratches and head rubs before she will return to the end of the bed and snuggle up against my leg or my feet, leaving a bunch of  fur and dander.  If I try to pretend I’m sleeping, she sits right on the pillow next to my head and stares down at me like a vulture waiting for the last heart beat of some road kill before it swoops in.  I sneezed so darn hard and so many times rapidly the other day I seriously should have considered shopping for Poise pads.  Lovely, 50 has me in the cross hairs, the AARP will be sending me crap soon, and now I can sneeze and wet my pants, such talent!  Let us not forget the hot flashes but THAT is another topic and I’m not up for that one.  Pass the Geritol if they still make it.  Right about now, my dear biker friend is freaking out on life as women don’t do ‘those’ things, like wet our pants, fart or belch.

Can you tell I’m totally out of touch with my inner diva and goddess today?

I feel so much better now!  Time to go grab my hook, yarn and plant myself in front of NCIS so I can drool over Mark Harmon, then NCIS:LA so I can pant over LL Cool J, and then Sons Of Anarchy when I just might lick the television screen whenever Charlie Hunnam is on it!

Just for you Cowboy!!!

#26 ~ 365 Reasons Being Single Rocks!

Jammies!

#26

Pajamas are all about practical.

You wear flannel or fleece to be comfortable.

You can answer the front door in them if the door bell rings without giving anyone heart failure.

Nick & Nora are far less expensive than Victoria Secret.

Your dog or cat couldn’t care less what you look like crawling into bed.

Nick & Nora will actually be worn…more than 5 minutes.

Jammies – all about YOU!

Practical, comfy jammies

#19 ~ 365 Reasons Being Single Rocks!

Sleeping

#19

Okay this one isn’t quite mine.

I mean I had it on my list as sleeping anywhere you wish in the house.

Not on the couch because you are fighting and you were banished or decided to be a dolt (listen if you opt for the couch rather than the bed you are indeed a dolt).

But you fall asleep wherever and it is YOUR choice to sleep there.

The part not quite mine is what a local DJ on the radio posted on his Facebook this morning, that goes right along with this reason:

“The best part about living by myself is not having to explain why I fell asleep on the kitchen counter…naked…again.”

~ Jeff Thomas Q102  http://www.facebook.com/jeffthomasradio

Picture 'borrowed' from Daily Cognition, click photo to see other funny animal sleeping pics

#17 ~ 365 Reasons Being Single Rocks!

Food

#17

We’ve all been there.

You’re about to stick something in your mouth that you’ve been craving…

Some yummy treat full of fat, calories, and sugar.

The significant other looks at you and says:

“Are you sure you should be eating that?”

REALLY?

YES you dork, I know it isn’t healthy.

I have PMS.

And UMS (Ugly Mood Syndrome).

You’re living beyond the next 5 minutes is greatly dependent upon your ability to just SHUT UP.

Pig out if that is what you wish, you are single now.

Eat whatever you desire!

*for the recipe for this outstanding looking feast below, click the photo to go to the website*

I Am Paying It Forward In Faith

One thing I believe is that every blessing we receive  is meant to be shared with those in need.  We pay it forward and it blesses others lives.  We receive a second blessing in giving what we have been given.

Nothing will rip my heart apart more than seeing anyone suffer, especially a child.  Every so often I will see one of those telethons for St. Jude’s Children’s Research Hospital, the one that is doing all they can to cure cancer and other catastrophic illnesses that attack children.  The stories will rip your heart out and many do not have a happy ending, though so many DO.  St. Jude’s never denies a child treatment based on their family’s inability to pay, which makes them outstanding.  They rely on donations to keep them up and running in the business of research and treatment to try to give these kids a fighting chance.

I was blessed that my kids grew up without these issues, and I give thanks often for this because they could just as easily have been one of those patients fighting for their life.

Avon has been a blessing to me, giving me extra income, allowing me to forge friendships  with other women and giving me the chance at a financially secure, debt free future.  One thing I want to always do is give back, pay it forward, in some way.

I am starting For The Children Friday.  Everyone who buys online or submits  their Avon order to me on Fridays, 20%  of their total will be donated to St. Jude’s.  So once a month I will donate 20% of the total Friday sales, both online and regular phone/email sales for that month.  Each Saturday I will post what the previous day’s sales were, and each month I will post the monthly Friday totals, and a copy of the receipt for my donation so that if anyone has any concerns about my actually doing this, that way I am accountable.

Beginning tomorrow, For The Children Friday begins.  Pray for this ministry of  mine, that it might be very successful…for the children.

To purchase Avon from me any day, but especially on Friday, CLICK HERE.

Random Coffee Musings…

I cannot seriously believe it is only Tuesday morning, I am more than ready for the weekend.  Thankfully it IS ladies night at my favorite bar.  I’m thinking a few cold ones with some best girlfriends is seriously in order. Heck at this point I’ll go hold down a bar stool alone if I have too.  Followed by SLEEP.

Never start the week going into Monday morning on a mere 4 hours of sleep, it is not a good omen for the rest of the days to come.  I need to learn to turn OFF my cell phone so that those 11:45pm texts that get me fired up hold until morning when I NEED that adrenaline high to wake up, not stay awake until 2am fuming.  Grrrr…..MEN!  Enough said.

Yesterday was a complete blur, kids, diapers, and looking forward to another ‘get acquainted’ date.  That would be the 4th one in less than a week.  But I will save that for the Dating Diaries.   It was a Monday with a vengeance so I should have known things would only get more interesting.

So how does one take it when, as you are getting in the shower to go on this date, your paramedic baby brother is taking your mom to the firehouse to run a 12 lead on her because she is displaying symptoms that she might once again be having a heart attack? Good or bad omen?  I know, right? REALLY?  I get out of the shower get dressed, get the face applied and outside of the window I see the squad pull up, mom is back and baby bro is loading her butt in the back doors of the ambulance.  I am literally ready to walk out the door when this goes down.  He is just being cautious, he says, go have fun he has it under control.  Now mind you, anyone else tells me this I’m not buying what they are selling, but when he says this, well I take him at his word.  He is the the 2nd of 3 men I trust with my life, so I calmly text my date a shot of the image out the window, say  I will explain in a few but I’m going to be 10 minutes late. I told you, my life is never boring!

I received yet another wonderful check from Avon yesterday, bonus money because my downlines are doing so amazing.  I seriously LOVE this job!  Not only the money but all the high energy women involved!   I cannot wait for the big sales rally this month in Dayton, going to be a total blast!!!!

I have SO much I want to write about, just have to get my thoughts all organized and into some sort of filed order in my head.  Then I can start my “therapy” sessions (read: extensive sessions in front of the laptop typing rapidly).

Oh wow, just passed the base of Mt. Washmore, guess I know what I’ll be doing this afternoon while the little ones are napping.

For  now, a few rounds of Farkle on Facebook should help.

And another cup or 6 of coffee.

Dear So and So….

Dear So and So...

Dear Rumpke,

It is that time of year again when we open windows to sleep.  So, in advance of the coming late Spring and into Summer, we need to talk.  I  don’t know why you insist on collecting the trash on our street at 4:30am, but surely we can come to some kind of compromise regarding the loud radio and slamming cans around while out there.  I get that you might not like your job, or being at work so early.  But let me remind you that YOU chose this career, not me.  I opted for one that allows me to sleep until 6:30 and I would thank you to keep in mind that while you are outside in the street waking the dead, I am trying to get my beauty rest.  For the sake of the health and safety of all I must come in contact with on Fridays, KEEP IT DOWN OUT THERE!

Kind Regards,

One mean, wicked bitch if I don’t get enough sleep!

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Dear Marvelous Offspring, of  Whom I Am SO Proud and Love So Much,

YES! That really is what I want for Mother’s Day.  That is it, very simple, 1.5 hours of your life for one morning.  It is the least you can do to show how much you love the woman that went through 14 hours of intense, painful suffering to bring you each into this world, then lost countless hours of sleep that I can never get back, and after all the times I was pooped on, peed on, puked on and otherwise ran through the mill raising you.  And I still lose sleep praying for and worrying about you both! (guilt intended)

Thanks with so much love,

Your Mother

Yawn, Hurl, Yuck…

I am EXHAUSTED.  And sick.  Some how I managed to contract the cold or whatever from hell and lose my voice.  My head is stuffed up, I am lucky to get out enough voice to even be heard, and last night had the pukey stuff to go with it.  This so is NOT what I wanted to be doing.  I wore out completely what little voice I did have by the time I finished work yesterday.  Just after crawling in bed and drifting off to sleep last night I was suddenly wide awake and very very sick.  Without much  detail it is suffice to say that  I never made it out of my room, and owe my sister big time.  I was completely unable to sleep all night between the sour stomach, mega night sweats and not being able to breathe.  I stayed home from work today and slept as much as possible.

The cats seemed to pick up on the fact that I was not well, as they all came and checked on me several times.  Noel was in bright and early this morning and groomed my hair line on my forehead.  That is a big hairy deal as she is anti-social.  Guess they were worried that the food wench (I am the one that typically feeds them both times in the day) might be on her death bed.

Ditzy napping with me

My cat slept at my feet quite often.  Then later, during an afternoon snooze,  little Ditzy kitten came and  napped with me.  She is such a doll.  While the other two will check on you, Ditzy is a cuddler and she wanted to snuggle in for her sick watch over me.  She purred for close to 20 minutes, even as she drifted to sleep, which was flat out adorable.