Home Sweet Home

Homebody:  [hōmbäd′ē] – a person mainly concerned with affairs of the home or one who prefers to stay at home.

Yep, that’s pretty much my M.O.  except for the red shoes. NoPlaceLikeHome

Being places, seeing family and friends, those things are fun.  Traveling to get there is not.  First, I’m obsessing about what to pack, how many meds, supplies, equipment, extra, etc., will I need to last me until I return home.  Because there is always that – thing hanging over me.  I don’t even know what the item is!  But it is the one I completely forgot that is critical to have.  This horrible fear of screwing up is agony.  Why don’t I trust myself?  I made my list and checked everything off.  I packed my suitcase like an overstuffed parlor chair.

Then, I open the fridge door to grab my water bottle as we leave for the airport.  At this moment, my heart stops, and I can’t breathe.  I see the little drawer I keep my insulin in – that was not packed. This is why I don’t trust myself!  I can’t stop beating myself up about it.  I imagined my pump alerting me to change it to a new one and realizing I had not packed the insulin.  Whew!  Close call there, but no harm done.  Not physically.

Because of approaching snowstorms, I am dumped off at an airport hotel the day before my flight.  It took until noon to dig the cars out from the previous night’s snowfall.  Then another 3 hours to navigate icy mountain roads to Sacramento – normally a 2-hour trip.  After a quick kiss and hug goodbye, hubby & son were back on the road, hoping to beat the incoming storm home.  I was able to relax here in a hotel, alone, with power.  I felt almost giddy.  I could even watch a movie on TV.  The mountain has not had electricity since the last week.  I almost felt guilty.  I got over it.

After a leisurely shower, I watched a movie, wrote in my journal, and slept like the dead.  The 4:30 am wake-up call got me outta bed and repacking.  I wanted to “gussy up”, but in the hideous fluorescent bathroom lighting, no amount of makeup or hairspray could help me look better than a morgue shot.

I was looking forward to a large coffee at the airport, but the coffee shop line was so long that I had to get out of line to make my flight.  I was still feeling edgy from nearly leaving my insulin in the hotel room fridge.  Thank you, Guardian Angel!

I can’t leave home without him 🙂

TTFN

Is It Just Me?

Or does everyone over 50 years of age experience this scatteredness? Forget about multitasking. I am lucky to complete a task. Oh, I start a job, then move on to another. The other one distracts me and makes me remember the first one. On my way back to the first one, I came across a task that must be done. Right now.

Some days I never get back to task #1. I did many things, made progress, cleaned stuff, and organized. Unfortunately, task #1 was the only thing listed on my to-do list. An entire day’s work and I can’t cross off anything. Only I, and now you, know that I did all that work. Hubby doesn’t know because it’s the kind of work that doesn’t “show.” You know what I’m talking about, right? The spring cleaning sort of things. Dusting the top of the fridge. The inside doors. Window sills. Cleaning the electrical outlet covers. <– Be VERY careful if it occurs to you to do this type of OCD task.

Scatteredness does not apply only to housework. My hobbies and fun things suffer because I am working on many things and things of different kinds. Our family room and my office are full of these things I am doing. THEN, I started a whole new thing last month, which I figured could be the final straw for hubby. Not so. In fact, he offered to build me a table that I designed for the deck to grow my herbs & flowers on. He is the best!

You may have noticed that scatteredness has affected my writing as well. I have resorted to using spreadsheets to keep characters, personalities & facts together. Because I discovered I had edited butchered the story severely, and I needed to start over. In fact, I plan to start at the end and outline my way to the beginning. Those of you who are writers may want to follow this process. Suggestions will be welcomed, considering this is a new technique for me. When I outline the start to the end, I have a lot of trouble. Mostly I get stuck because I have not figured out the ending yet.

May 19, 2019

Oh hey! Get this – it is snowing big heavy flakes right now. So, the dogwoods don’t know what’s happening any more than anyone else. I knew it!

The latest weather update is that we will get snow until morning. We will find out tomorrow. Either way, I plan to be sleeping.

TTFN

The Sum of All Parts

I have heard that if you strip down an expensive car and sold it piece by piece it is worth more than the whole car. This sounds fishy to me.

My body parts are competing for the title of “Most Annoying.” This competition occurs daily. I wake up and thank God I am sober, and pray for strength to make it through the day and get things accomplished.

I know before I get out of bed which body parts are competing. Even sleeping on a Sleep Number bed, my hip joints and my spine are already paining me. Getting out of bed will be painful but I learned that if I take it slow, stretch (very slow), and walk around a little while my muscles relax and I start to move less like Walter Brennen and more like a girl.

The older I become, the more I can’t sit still. Too long in one position and my joints “freeze.” I need to be oiled. There are OTC meds for joint loosening and I believe I should try one of them. I need to put them on my grocery list. It is a long walk to the refrigerator where the list hangs. It’s not that I am lazy, I just forget what I was going to write when I get there.

I will address the issues with my memory in some other blog post.

I don’t know how the body parts feel, but in my reasoning, the Jaw wins. TMJ – Its medical name is: ‘Temporal-Mandibular Joint’. I prefer to call it the ThermoNuclear Joint. This joint is very small, and it has the big job of keeping your jaw in alignment.

The tiniest joint has the most power. The best (and most accurate) description of TMJ pain I ever heard is, “Take an icepick and put it on your eardrum. Now hit it with a hammer.”

Have you ever dislocated a disc in your neck by sneezing? Give yourself a concussion with a cupboard door? I mean, really! Can’t we all just get along?

TTFN