I was so excited to buy this coconut almond butter! It’s yummy! Jury still out on the butternut squash until we see what I might do to the poor thing.
My November Day Twenty Seven
Before this month gets away on me completely I will squish in a few more posts. Well, this one, anyway, let’s not get overly optimistic just yet. Believe what you may, but I’m here to tell you I have been BUSY!
Yes, I am shouting. I so rarely get to say that word.
W is three weeks and three days post hip replacement surgery and although he still likes to be waited on, he really has become quite independent again. He is able to sit for short periods in normal chairs, goes up and down the basement stairs with his crutches, gets himself in and out of the shower without help. Yesterday I drove him in his truck to the bank and the gas station and at both places he was all self-serve. I changed vehicles to do the grocery shopping and was SO ready to give him complete hell for using the snowblower while I was gone, but it turns out a friend came over to blow the big snow bank I shovelled along the edge of the driveway into the back yard. Yes we have snow, and yep, I shovelled the whole damned driveway. Hard on the shoulders but good for the glucose readings. I could learn to use the snowblower but I’m sure I’d never do it right according to the snow blower king I’m living with, so for now we will just let ignorance be bliss.
Speaking of those pesky worrisome little blood sugar reading numbers, did you know stress can make them higher? I finally went to have my pelvic ultrasound done on Wednesday so the lab could see what this “mass” above the uterus might be. The first ultrasound had to be done with me having a full bladder. You don’t know the true meaning of discomfort until someone presses hard on your full bladder. Or the true meaning of weird until you’ve had an internal ultrasound. I don’t even want to talk about that part. I started to tell W about it and he looked a little ill.
These lab tests were done at 3:00 in the afternoon. The doctor’s office called me at 9:00 the next morning to come in and discuss the results. I love my doctor, but she also scares the hell out of me, sending me for tests and finding things out and wanting to discuss it all with me immediately. She and the radiologist believe what I have is a fibroid of some sort, but now I need to have MRI testing to see it properly. I believe fibroid issues are about the least alarming thing one can have going on down there.
I used to wonder why old people talked so much about medical conditions and tests and operations and health concerns, but it is a mystery no more.
One of my favourite former coworkers dropped by for coffee this week! It was lovely of her to take the time on her day off to come and see me. Somehow we let six months slip away from us without even saying hello. Lots of catching up to do in one short morning. If there’s one thing I miss about work, it’s the great friendships that are forged.
That same day I was visited by a nice lady named Ping from the faculty of nursing because I agreed to participate in a U of A study called “A Client-Driven Intervention to Support Self-Management Among Community-Living Older Adults with Type 2 Diabetes and Multiple Chronic Conditions”. I don’t know yet if I will be in the control group which basically does nothing, or the intervention group which has to attend group wellness sessions. Guess which group I would most like to end up in.
If nothing else, perhaps I will find out what my other multiple chronic conditions are, and get the promised $25.00 gift certificate for some as yet undisclosed grocery store. Fun times. It’s been a long time since I’ve been paid for doing something. Or nothing.
The good habits I’ve been working on are not yet set in stone. Notice the lack of daily November posts as an example. It’s time to get back to the daily walks, since the weather is quite nice and the trampoline nonsense is proving to be a poor substitute. My food journaling and blood sugar testing have also been hit and miss.
But we did manage to have our daughter and granddaughter over for a long promised fish dinner. W brings back as much frozen fish (pickerel/walleye) from camp as he’s allowed. It’s not as good as fresh, but still delicious.
Now that I’ve explained my busy-ness, it no longer sounds so busy in writing as it did in my head. There was a lot of food prep and laundry in there. And game playing and Netflix watching and sleeping. And even a bit of house cleaning. Okay, not a lot of that last one.
And now that yet another day in my life is half gone and there’s only about four hours of daylight left (I wish I was kidding, this time of year is so depressing when we hardly have time to notice the sun) I will now attempt to make some sense of my cluttered disorganized multi tasking area formerly known as the art studio. Or maybe I will walk first. Or make W some lunch. The possibilities, as usual, are not exactly endless even if I sometimes think otherwise.
To conclude this rambling mess of information, here are some comforting horoscope predictions. I only ever record the good bits.
Material life will be without any concerns and even very comfortable, but risk of problems concerning inheritances and successions. (haha! Like we are royalty or something).
Don’t let your minor health problems worry you too much; take all the necessary precautions to put a halt to them, but don’t turn this issue into an obsession. You’ll be able to adapt yourself and make the most of the changes that will occur.
Be careful of overwork and its damaging consequences; certainly, you’ll want to do well, but your resistance will be declining, and you’d better slow down your pace temporarily; sleep more.
Your daily humdrum routine’s going to experience a small pleasant upheaval.
May all your upheavals be small and pleasant ones.
Breathing Space 
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