June 14, 2011

  • Walking On Rocks


    TALES FROM THE BRAT FARM

    Today was torturous for me.  My ankle was only feeling a bit tight but the bottoms of my feet were a whole different story.  When I got to me feet, I felt like the floor was made from rocks and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about THAT.  I'm hoping this is a good sign since there is definitely FEELING there but....not exactly a pleasant feeling.

    I kept my feet up as much as possible.  Sitting here at my computer, they are in neutral, so-to-speak.  But, when I need to get up to go to the bathroom, get a drink or something to eat, I suffer.  The doctor gave me a stronger dosage on my neuropathy medication and I am hoping it is going to help out here.

    I told the Beast that I never wanted to walk like I have seen old people do but I was horrified to realize that it was the way I am walking right now.  Lord but I hope it doesn't last.  I have accepted the fact that I won't be able to make my annual trip to Chicago and I am really upset over that.  It would have been wonderful to be able to see sister Cee and Baby Brat and spend the time with the rest of the family.  But, between my feet, my ankle and the fact that the Beast has four more chemo sessions, it just won't work out this year.

    My worst problem is letting my girlfriends in Chicago know this.  I know it won't change their plans but it will upset a couple of them that I can't make it.  There are fewer of us every year and it's not because of vacation plans.  It's facing our mortality that's so tough but we always celebrate life when we are together and have a lot of laughs.  I'll miss that.

    The Beast has kept busy on his darn camera.  Between making adjustments and reading the book thoroughly, he's also doing a lot of research on the internet.  I'm glad he's keeping occupied because he would want my company otherwise and that's tough when I need to keep my feet up.  Besides that, he can be extremely boring to talk to since he's so into politics and this survival stuff.  He really expects me to be interested in it, too.  What fascinates me is HIS interest in it all and the reasons behind it.  He has a buddy that feels the same way and they spend a lot of time exchanging emails and talking on the telephone about it all.  In the meantime, I have boxes of MRE's in my garage and two huge sets of survival seeds for an acre of land.   It also includes instructions on how to collect the seeds from the plants so that it is self-sustaining.  Amazing, no?  I figure it's a harmless obsession and it may come in handy if we are hit with another prolonged time without electricity due to tornadoes or other natural disaster.

    If you aren't sure what an MRE is, it means *meals, ready to eat*.  If you are a fan of the movie, Tremors, than you have heard that phrase before since Bert Gummer, the survival and gun nut, has cases of them in his safe room he built into his home.  He's a colorful character.

    Well, time to get this posted even if it IS boring.  Love you all and thanks for stopping by.  Have a great day and remember to smile and the world smiles back. 

    PS:   I found out that Chewlee did great on the plane and wasn't afraid at all.  They arrived safely and I will have more updates as time goes on.