Thursday Morning

I just came back from a walk and it is really nasty out there but the sun was shining and I had to get out. The nasty part is the ice. We have had several days where the snow was melting and then, last night—boom, down below freezing again so, of course, the water is ice and the slush is bumpy ice! I made it out to the main street I usually can’t wait to get off, but today I didn’t get off it at all. When I got to the side streets I usually walk on, there was so much smooth and bumpy ice I was actually scared to fo on it. So, I stayed on the main road which was clear of ice and only walked for 20 minutes instead of 30.

When I go up to the school to read with Nick, I am going to allow myself extra time. I will probably walk up Main Street which, as I have mentioned before is an insanely busy road so it is committing suicide to walk in the road. The sidewalks are usually and technically cleared by a clever machine, but it doesn’t do a good job and I bet there is lots of ice hence I will be walking slowly and with my head down all the way. One the way back I must remember to stop by the drug store {I walk right past it} and get the last of Fred’s medication which was not in yesterday.

Talking of Fred and his medication, his kidney doctor called this morning and told him she was concerned that his last blood test showed a big drop in iron so he is officially anemic. The worrying part of this is what is causing this. She is concerned that he may be bleeding internally. He has seen no blood in his urine or his feces but I know that there are poop tests that will find a tiny bit and I bet he has to have that fun experience. {I have had to do it too in the past} Anyway, she is , she said, going to talk to Dr. B., his primary and get somethig prescribed to raise his red blood cell count. Then his blood will be tested again. If it is not one damned thing, it is another when you are old, right?

When I was out walking, I was thinking of Fred and his health. I love the man and yet for me he is a prime example of what I am NOT going to let happen to me. He has sat on his butt and overeaten for over three years and now the way back is extremely difficult. I am not going to let that happen to me. Now, admittedly, his path is more difficult than mine since he is an insulin-dependent diabetic but  {as he admits} the last three years he has really let himself slide back.

Ok, I am off to fix a sandwich, walk up to the school and spend an hour with Nick. I am hoping we may start on The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe.

Until later…