Milo likes to hide in the protective covers on the sofa. Don’t believe those cute puppy dog eyes. He got into the trash — again.
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It’s happened to me often. That new skein of beautiful yarn, the bright shiny pattern pulling my itchy fingers to get busy.
I reach inside looking for the lone strand to start the cake. But yarn vomit erupts. It’ll be hours before this would look like something more than a bald gnome bawling balled up, and organized soft sock or toy.
The cats are in charge!
Just before I got sick I ordered what I hope will be a bigger more stable tree. But I need to rearrange furniture. Yeah, energy I don’t have.
Remember my play to increase activity and self education? Do one more thing in a room, dig deeper in possible hobby. Like, remember my poor Lucky Bamboo?
My son’s significant other, Rizza, gave me the plant when we first met, probably a decade ago. But it was more or less ignored. But I started Googling Lucky Bamboo care.
I setup a care system. Then BAM! UTI.
Today after a couple of weeks sleeping, I was able to take care of the first Baby Bamboo.
Sadly, I’ve still not gotten on the bike or played piano, or diamond painting. I did manage about 4 rows of a pair of socks. That’s something, huh?
Energy is returning slowly, but I wish for more, one smidgen more.
Lately my daily travels have been from bed to recliner to bathroom. Rinse and repeat.
My energy is so low. I miss me. Ugh!
I’m still alive. I can’t wait for my energy to come back.
So when your Primary Care Provider says, ‘you look pale, sick!’after nearly a week and a half you feel glad you were finally able to feel validated.
Gluteal shot got the antibiotics started. Pills to finish starting tomorrow.
Psychological I feel better, physically still a washrag. Mind over matter!
Drawing my own conclusions, as convenient and painful as it can be, illness can teach us a lot.
But I’d rather be drawing doodles .
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