Wednesday Evening

All my faves seems to be doing either surveys or resolutions. I quite like a good survey and there are one or two I am going to appropriate, I think. As for resolutions, I don’t do those. Why set myself up for failure? Instead, I set goals and I do have a few of those in mind.

Today has been quite a pleasant day hearing all that good stuff about Fred’s improvement. Of course, we still have the kidney function to be concerned about but that has been postponed to be worried about AFTER after the healing of the bowel is done.

As for me, I have been moderately active. I walked on the treadmill about 20 minutes and I went for a short walk to the drug store for Fred’s prescriptions and night light bulbs. It was actually a longer walk than I intended it to be because I found that although Main Street itself has been plowed, the sidewalk is very icy. It is not a sensible plan to walk on the road on Main Street as I do on the back roads even though I do have an orange vest with reflective tape on it, because it is the main street through town {you probably guessed that from the name, huh?} and always busy, so I traversed the back roads where the traffic was much lighter and walked on the road.

However, {Boo! Hiss!} I found that the scales were up a pound this morning and {more boos and hisses} I have overeaten today. So, tomorrow, everything that goes in my mouth will be measured and written down. I will do this until Sunday and get myself a little margin again… Fred said this morning that he is looking forward to being strong enough to make me a pan full of Fred’s Famous Oatmeal again.  It is not that the oatmeal is heavy {LOL} but that he has to stand to do it and he is not as yet comfortable standing without his walker.

Tomorrow I need to:

• Wash clothes
• Walk at least once and preferably twice. I think I will try for 20 minutes on the treadmill and 30 outside–weather permitting.
• Vacuum this embarrassingly grubby carpet.
• When Nikki {visiting nurse} comes to take out the staples closing the wound in Fred’s stomach, {she called and said the doctor didn’t want them left until Monday} I must remember to ask her about the physical therapy person and also about the oxygen reduction.
• FORCE myself to go through that huge pile of clothes on the chair and find more clothes that Fred can wear. {Yes, I know this has been on several lists but it keeps moving over to the next-day’s list and, unfortunately, it is not one of those chores that will eventually disappear if not done!}
• On my outside walk, I need to drop my books into the library’s drop box. I was amazed to be called this evening by Lee to remind me my two books were overdue! Fortunately, the library doesn’t do fines…

I am pleased with myself that through the beginning {and I hope, the worst} time of this crisis, I have not dropped into true depression. Of course, I have had my blue hours, but they have not become days and I have not dropped into the Depression Pit. {I have been there before; it is not a good place.} I have showered daily, washed my hair when it needed it and worn day time clothing every day{ including earrings!}

When I was in the Pit, I didn’t shower, stayed in a robe all day and my hair was only washed when it really, REALLY needed it so all these things are for me a danger sign that I may be heading back down that road to the Pit. {The earings are an indication to me that I am step up  in attire from sloppy sweats! LOL}

Until later…

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