Thursday, February 27, 2020

Nashville is in our future

I love these days that have the smell and feel of spring.  After a few days of not going for a walk, due to rain or discomfort from the fire in my innards, I got back to it today; I didn't go all the way down the biggest hil todayl because when I traversed it two days ago I had problems; I wasn't going to be able to climb back up it that steep incline.  It was a day my stomach was bothering me anyway, and I think I just let myself get weak, laying around feeling sorry for myself.  Yesterday and today have been good days.

I went to see the nurse-practitianor at our doctor's office Tuesday to tell her the omeprazole wasn't working all the time.  I told her all the things I'm doing to try and get this fixed:  I quit drinking coffee and tea; Cliff raised the head of the bed 8 inches; I've stopped eating anything after 6 PM (three hours before bedtime).  She said there's one more thing we could try, and I was ready to try anything.  So now I have a pill that I take four times a day before each meal and at bedtime.  It's pretty tricky.  If I didn't have Alexa in the house, I wouldn't get it done properly:  I'm to take a pill an hour before a meal, on an empty stomach.  So I set a timer to remind me when to take the pill, then another hour timer so I know when to take the omeprazole   Then I can't eat for thirty to forty-five minutes.  Also, I can't take the new pills with my other meds.  This pill is only to be taken for four to six weeks, the hope being that it will heal me in that time.  I sure hope it works.  It isn't just the discomfort when it flairs up, but even when I feel fine, I'm afraid to make plans not knowing whether I'll be up for doing anything when the time comes.  

And we do have plans!  Cliff, his sister, and I are planning to go to Nashville next month.  I have our Grand Ole Opry tickets paid for and the hotel room reserved.  I would have liked to rent a house for three or four days through VRBO, but you can't cancel those if something goes wrong at the time of the trip; so I played it safe.  Things are pretty expensive in Nashville, but there are lots of things to see and do.  

We've been there before:  When Cliff was working at the butcher shop, his boss paid for rooms for the employees and we all stayed in the Opryland Hotel.  We went to the Grand Ole Opry, too.  That's about the cheapest vacation we ever went on (not for his boss, maybe)!   Then one time Cliff's mom, his two sisters and I went down to go to the Opry.  It was in late March.  Cliff's dad, who was always a perpetual prophet of doom, said we shouldn't be going at that time because it would be sure to snow.  I laughed, telling him Tennessee is farther south and probably didn't get snow in March.  Guess what?  After we got down there and stayed for one night, it began snowing.  Those people cannot drive in snow!  The whole trip home was a mess, and really, the snow is the main thing I remember about it.  I don't recall who starred on the Opry, although I know Jean Shepherd was there both times I attended.  Evidently she performed on most of the shows.  Not this time, though.  She's dead.  

The pussy willow that was barely more than a twig when my cousin Betty gave it to me is actually looking like a bush now and comes up to my chin.  The buds are swelled up as though they can't wait to do their thing.

I believe that's it for today.  Looks like a nice weekend coming up for the working folks.  

I want all my friends who live with chronic pain to know I think of them on those days when I don't feel well; I realize how lucky I am that, in my 75 1/2 years on earth, I've not had a lot of pain.  My knees are achy, but really that doesn't affect my quality of life unless I do too much walking; even then, when I sit down, I'm fine.  I feel for all those folks who get up every morning knowing it's going to be just one more painful day in a series, with no relief.  I've prayed for these people many times in the past, and surely will continue.  You know who you are.


Monday, February 24, 2020

Rainy day

This time of year, it seems everybody is longing for spring.  Saturday morning when I went outside, it truly felt like spring was in the air.  Sunday wasn't bad either, but sometime in the night, it started raining; today is gloomy, cool, and wet, so it feels more like November.  

I accomplished nothing yesterday, didn't even go to church.  I woke up with acid reflux that pretty much disabled me, although I take omeprazole every morning.  I could find no relief, and was so miserable I took everything in the house that is supposed to help with stomach acid.  I also took an extra omeprazole capsule, which made three for the day.  You name it, I ingested it:  Pepto Bismal, baking soda, various over-the-counter products... I really didn't care if it killed me, just so it put me out of my misery.  I gave up coffee a couple of weeks ago and began drinking hot tea for breakfast, then quit that also.  This morning I simply drank hot water from my coffee cup.  I'm careful about the timing of the omeprazole, because it's to be taken fifteen to forty-five minutes before the first meal of the day.  Online advice tells me I shouldn't eat anything three hours before going to bed, so last night, after a day of misery, I followed that guideline (not that I was eating much anyway).  I've always just snacked in the evening right up to bedtime rather than sitting down to a meal.  There are so many changes I don't like, but I don't like being miserable, either.

OK, that's it for my whining.  I feel fine today.  We had to go to the bank, so I went into the store and got some peach-flavored herb tea for my morning drink.  Let's face it, hot water isn't very enjoyable unless it's flavored with something.  I tried it out when we got home, and it may become my drink of choice!  

I just finished the book "This Tender Land" by William Kent Krueger.  What an amazing piece of fiction it is, and very fulfilling.  There are many twists and turns, lots of scary moments.  The ending is satisfactory, wrapping up all the loose ends.  It's a book I won't soon forget.

We went to the Knights of Columbus fish fry in Lexington Friday night.  In past years, we've gone to several of the fish-fries in the area during each Lenten season.  But as I told Cliff, at $20 for the two of us, I think one is enough.  I'm getting rather particular about eating out:  I do like fish, but I also like the Mexican place at Richmond (reasonable prices) and the Italian place at Buckner (higher prices, but lots of food, and it's so good).  You can also get a good fish dinner year-around at the Bates City Cafe for a lower price, too.  The truth is, I don't enjoy eating out as much as I used to; I think more about the overall cost and quality than I once did.

For some reason, Gabe has started scarfing down his dog food like he did as a puppy, swallowing it whole, finishing in sixty seconds, and puking it up five minutes later.  Then he eats the regurgitated food and it stays down the second time.  He might be happy with that solution, but I am not, even though he always goes to the door so I can let him outside to do his vomiting.  So I dug out the old puzzle bowl I got for him when he was a puppy.  Boy, that does slow him down... and there's no upchucking afterward.  Of course, I got it on Amazon... where else?  I highly recommend it.
I'm going to miss my walk in the woods today, but it's been sprinkling or raining this whole day.  I have two books on the iPad to begin, but I'm still enjoying the glow from the one I just finished and it's hard to start anything else while I'm still ruminating on that one.

This is such a complaining, trivial entry that I'm not sharing it on Facebook like I do some entries.  It's a gloomy day, and nothing new is happening, so I may as well bring this to a close.

Yours truly,