February 27, 2012

• Up And Feeling Better

  TALES FROM THE BRAT FARM

  I actually went to my own bed (the potty runs had subsided enough to make me feel secure) around 9:00pm last night.  The Beast turned on the heating blanket to warm the bed for me before I crawled under the covers.  I slept soundly and with  no *accidents*.  I hate those.  I went through about six different pairs of pajamas due to that.  The problem with IBS diarrhea is that there is really NO warning.  Oh, maybe a few seconds but, trust me, it's not enough.

  I woke up at 6:15am and made my way to the bathroom.  Good thing.  However, I had one more *accident* before the medication (thank you, Bratsis2) kicked in.  That'll teach me not to stop taking something that has helped me just because I was taking so many pills there for a while.  I'm still taking more than I like but, hey, what can you do?

  The HH nurse came around 10:30am and did a tsk, tsk about what had happened with the V.A.C. system.  However, I am happy to report something I noticed and so did she.  The open wound has started to close and isn't weeping all that much.  It just means that I probably won't have to wear this contraption too much longer.

  Today, when she reattached it, she took pains to make sure that there were no spaces and, when we turned it on, it didn't hurt.  I guess those little spaces were enough to cause that problem although I have no idea why nor did she. So I am up and running and she even put together what I need to take with me on Wednesday for the doctor to change it for me.  That gives him a chance to see how it's doing (and me, too).

  The Beast has decided to go out and pick up what we need to make either a banana split or a sundae.  I told him he sure doesn't understand diabetes but he said he would pick up some of that sugar-free ice cream for me.  I told him don't get more than a pint because I have no idea if it will be edible or not.  Some of those are just awful.  I'm not really an ice cream fan anyway so having it around doesn't bother me.  Well, except if he gets something like orangecicles (sp).  I do admit to a weakness for those that goes back to when I was a kid.

  I made my potato soup today and it's simmering on the stove at the moment.  We will eat it with some fresh Italian bread OR, if the Beast wants it, some of the Texas toast garlic bread in the freezer.  It all depends on how hungry he is when it's done.  I know *I* can hardly wait.  I've wanted some for days.  I took a hint from my brother and added just a bit of garlic to it.  I always loved mine but his had just that little *extra* that grows on you.

  It's absolutely beautiful here today.  But all our trees are full of buds and that concerns me a lot.  It could spell disaster for our fruit if we have a freeze.  It would mean another year without fruits.  That would break my heart.

  Love you all.  Be good.  Stay safe. 
  

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