I've been sleeping way later than I like, and napping some, which throws my sleep patterns way off. Yesterday I skipped the nap thing, even though it was so close to a losing battle, and managed to fall asleep before 2 AM. I woke up at 0530. Still late for me, but better than it has been. I'll try and pass out earlier tonight, and hopefully get back onto my daily schedule that I like to follow. That's part of the reason I've not been blogging daily. If it's too late in the AM I get forty kinds of distracted and just can't seem to get it done. Remember the blog about more "focus"? Well, yeah, but I focus less on this and more on getting my daily routine done. I don't get up early enough, the blog suffers. That may be the reason why I get grumpy on the days I don't get up early, this being some of my personal therapy.
The thrill of suddenly having bad stomach acid problems. After all, why should my stomach be exempt from helping me have a wonderful day? Yesterday, I got to feeling pretty good, and was tuned up for The Boy's HS open house/meet the teacher thing last night. Last year, after the one at the Freshman HS, I was thinking "only three more trips, and I'm finished with this open house crap.". Little did I know that a year later I'd really be wanting to get back to the Open House things, right up through his Senior year and seeing him graduate. Damn. So, anyway, I was feeling pumped up. Suddenly, a vurp. Oh man, it's really acidy. And knowing what's coming next I grab the suction and hit it's go button. Sure enough, full blown, out the nose vomit. Oh joy. I get THAT stopped, and the coughing comes next. At least it follows a routine I can keep up with, so none of it's a surprise. The problem lies in that I can't keep from aspirating what ever it is I vomit. So I cough until it clears out up my trachea. And pretty violently as well. That always makes for at least one "cough until you puke" things. Which now, leads to hacking up a nice shot of blood as well. I believe it's either my throat being raw, or Baxter sliding down my esophagus. Either way it's spooky to those who've not had that happen, or seen it happen. Old hat to me now. If it keeps up, I'll sweat it, if not....meh, big deal.
We went to The Boy's Open House and met his teachers. I like at least half of them already. The World History instructor is pretty cool, so far. His Chemistry instructor is new, but seems to have a grasp as to what she's do, which is nice. And she's pretty cute. German 2, seems like a fun class. The instructor smiles a lot and is encouraging to the students, and I like her approach to teaching a foreign language. German is tough, almost as tough as Gaelic, which I gave up on as a self directed language course. I r not smart enuff to get Gaelic without help. Literature teacher seems pretty hip, and has him writing some pretty good stuff already. A hidden talent in Coronet Boy (who doubles as Tuba Boy for marching band), I'm impressed. The elective he took is Digital Media and Imaging. I like that instructor as well. This is her first full year teaching after being a sub for a few years. And after being in the corporate world as well. I'd say she has her work cut out for her. She says about half her students had no idea what a mouse was, let along a lap top. I was slightly surprised as she was explaining how many of her students had never worked with a computer at all. Although, I believe having a computer is something we all take for granted. Remember 20 years ago owning a home PC wasn't as widely accepted as it is now. Time flies when you're a slow typer!
The thrill is what you make of it in any aspect. It was a thrill, not just a "Do I haft?" thing to go to The Boy's open house. A thrill because I'm able to do it, even with having to suction my mouth every now and then. I'm out amongst the folk. That's kind of a thrill. More so if I'm driving. I think some of the people here are looking to win the next Darwin Award by separating themselves from the gene pool. The sad thing is, they usually take someone with them. So there's a thrill in driving anywhere in Midland "I's from Tekas, I drive's like I see fit" attitude behind the wheel. And before anyone says "Oh, people drive like that everywhere", a reminder that Midland Co. has about 200,000 people tops, and in total has killed 33 people in wrecks this year, so far. Midland itself is about 150K, and 16 deaths within the city limits. They drive for shit here, always have. So, yes, it's a thrill to get out on the streets.
It's a thrill to watch my grandson play. Kids are hip. And yeah, my daughter is doing a good job raising him. He can be a bit lippy, but he's smart, so that's kind of expected. All four of mine could be from time to time. But that wasn't hard to handle. So the big girl is doing what she can, and does it very well I believe. It's a thrill to get up the AM and get ready to do anything. There's going to come a time when I will wake up and wish I just could stay asleep. The thrill then will be finding the motivation to let you all in on the fun and games of the closer to Critical Mass game. Stand assured, when I do hit Critical Mass, there won't be a blog to follow. Not unless The Lovely or one of our Minions writes it. I may have to make sure that happens, just so the blog comes a complete journey, and not just stuck in one place. Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. I'll try and get one of the fan to do one final blog, for Critical Mass.
It's a thrill to go through a day when the neck and back isn't just thumping at me for fun. Most of yesterday was that way, until mid afternoon. I was making plans to go for a very late evening walk. Just to get out after dark and walk a bit so see what's shaking in my hood after dark. Not much, but it's a lot cooler at that time and the heat bothers me now like never before. I wonder if I have some kind of sickness or something that makes me tired a lot and really makes me hate the heat? Probably.
The neck and back pain is getting worse. I'm beginning to wonder, and I need a second opinion since the fam sees me every day, on whether or not my neck is swelling up. I'm thinking it is. It feels like it, and my mouth seems more full. That could be fluid build up since I haven't been to lymphedema therapy as often as I need to. I'm going to check about getting in for the next month. So as to keep ahead of the fluid retention as long as I can. And it helps relax me some, and that's always a plus
It's a thrill that my SLP had her baby yesterday. While I am going to miss having her help, the other lady is going to give me treatments. That will be a thrill in itself. It's be like having to start over and first meeting my therapist. That should be fun. Or at least different. Both, I think, will bring different approaches to all that I've got going on and that can't be anything but a help. I hope. It's a thrill because I'm not certain how much longer I can do this. If it gets to the point that none of the SLP therapy is helping, I'll stop. There's no use continuing a losing game where there are people out there who could use my time for a way to get back to as normal a life as they can muster. That and there's no use having the insurance pay for something with no end result. Right now it's a maintain procedure, I'll settle for that. My SLP is wonderful at what she does. It's gratifying for me to see her work. And watch her get as excited when I make headway as I do. Neither one of us shows that excitement very often, but I think we can see it in how our eyes light up. I know hers do, I hope mine do as well. I hope she's resting well with the new baby, and I hope I can catch up with her soon
Nope, the Thrill Isn't Gone, Baby. It's different than what it was, but not gone. I repeat this a lot, and I figure it is getting old, but tough shit, my blog. It's the little things. The stuff I took for granted that are the most thrilling now. Odd that.
Go forth and bring happiness to yourself! There isn't another damn soul on earth that's here to ensure you're happy. Ya gotta do that on your own. So, get after it, for shit sake. There's a day brewing up out there. Carpe Jugulum!
