Day and night seem to have mixed themselves up, again, which wasn’t a problem until Al booked an appointment with the veterinarian. So, I will have to wake up somewhat earlier, tomorrow, to assemble all and get them out the door. In addition to the vet appointment, the date and time has been set with the dentist.
Despite my determination, I did not get the last poem written over the weekend, and when confronted with this week’s poetry writing prompt, I found myself empty handed, again.
Both Sunday and Monday we had our first meal of the day at a restaurant. Both times, in the late afternoon.
I checked my oxygen and pulse rate twice on Monday. The first time they were 88% and 103 bpm; the second time, 90% and 91 bpm. If the oxygen percentage is not up before I go to bed, I am going to take another dose of albuterol. I think that I haven’t taken a dose since sometime in March.
I still am taking the iron tablets and the glucosamine/condroitin pretty much every day, when my wake/sleep cycle doesn’t totally dissolve. And I now am down a solid 25 pounds from my peak weight (sometimes three or four pounds more). I have been forgetting, quite often, to eat. I am not especially hungry. I have been buying special perks, such as red grapes, fresh oranges and veggies, and more of the toasted red pepper and tomato soup, which I can eat either hot or cold. I am behind a week or two in making yogurt, because I have not caught up on washing dishes for long enough to put the yogurt jars in to soak. We bought more milk over the weekend, so if I can get them done tomorrow, I can put on some more yogurt. I would like to make a double batch, because I’ve bought some more rhubarb-raspberry jam to top it with.
Lastly, I downloaded the most recent edition of Star*Line, today, and read in it the announcement that I have stepped down from the position of Vice President and a call for volunteers willing to assume the office (if elected, I assume). I had submitted the request to step down last fall, when my sister was diagnosed in August with cancer, and was undergoing radiation and chemotherapy treatments when she died in September. I already was feeling unwell from the extremely bad allergy season, and family gatherings and discussions, which continued into year’s end were were not helpful. Oh, yes! And I enjoyed three weeks of bronchitis. Ah, well.
I find that I feel guilty for asking to be released, but I really couldn’t take it anymore, being in office, but not being gathered or energetic or concentrated enough to do anything. I am feeling, finally, more relaxed, now that there is no telephone to ring and startle me.
Of my last three customers, one is not sure that she will continue teaching in the fall. If so, there will be no commitment sheets, lesson schedules, &c., and so no typing or program designs for me to do. (Grateful!) One more thinking about retirement, and one who will not, since she is elderly and comes to me for typing, lamenting about never having learned to use a computer.
I’m out of here, I guess, since my eyes are fading enough that I am having trouble reading the text I’m typing.