5/1/21 - May Day, May Day!  

It's Saturday now.  This week is dragging by soooo slowly, it's like I'm a kid in school waiting for summer break.  Last night was horrid.  Rats.  I didn't get to sleep until sometime after 3:30 a.m.  That's the last time I looked at the clock.  At one point I was laying in bed, on my side, eyes closed, trying to drift off.  Something tiny touched my eyelash.  I felt it and immediately thought 'spider'!  I quickly brushed it off, and made sure I kept brushing all the way to the edge of the bed, and beyond.  Just in case.  You've all done that - don't deny it.  A few minutes later, I felt it again.  Oh, crap.  It was a spider and I didn't brush it off the bed like I thought.  Now I've got it on my eye again.  Wait.  Why is it back in the exact same place?  What are the odds of that?  Does my eye smell good?  Is there a wounded fly sitting on it that is simply too enticing for a spider to pass up?  No.  There is no wounded fly.  There is no spider.  My eyebrows are falling out and landing on my eyelashes.  One by one.  Happens to a lot of people, right?  OMG.  That's just toooo funny!

My lesions are getting smaller and fewer can be seen, but they're not gone, so I'm still on meds.  It makes me sleepy.  At least during the day.  I took it right before bedtime last night and couldn't go to sleep, but I can drop off in a New York Minute on the couch in the afternoon.  Go figure.

I was told walking would be excellent for me, however, my back won't allow me to be on my feet more than 7 minutes at a stretch.  Soooo, walking very far is not an option.  Yesterday, I got on my recumbent exercise bike and rode 2 miles.  I'm not going to tell you how long it took, but I think a chicken egg could have hatched in less time under a hen.  But, I did it.  And, I'm going to get on again today.  It's the only exercise I'm getting, for heaven's sake.

Tell me why you can drink a drink, but you cannot food food.

Also, why do we call W's, 'double U's'?  They clearly are 'double V's'.

While we're at it, why does 'fridge' have a 'd' in it, but 'refrigerator' does not?

Who's in charge of this crap?

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