Tired, tired, tired, but better

I've heard a good night's sleep makes everything better.  Not that I would know from last night.  Dr. A did call and tell me I do not have pneumonia, which is WONDERFUL news.  I know there is junk in my lungs though, because every time I do something stupid like recline, I can't breathe. Not too much fun.

My swelling is up quite a bit thanks to the inflammation caused by the biopsy.  Hopefully we will get the news on that tomorrow.  Alley (the dog) got me up at 4 to let her out.  I'm not sure why she bothered, since while she was out, I cleaned where she had already pooped on the floor.  Nice.

Up again around 7:30 to shove the cat in box to go back to the vet, again.  The urine sample from last week did not get sent out for culture due to the snow storm, so they needed another one.  She conveniently peed all over me while I was trying to put her in the crate.  The could have wrung out my pajamas for a sample. Nice.  No reason to put off getting in a shower now.

The vet was amazingly efficient and Elsa is ready to come home pretty quick.  In addition to the persistent UTI, she also has an ear infection.  Squeezing drops in her ears and rubbing them in each day should be a treat.  I wonder if I have any waterproof clothing?

I had acupuncture again today.  He actually did a few things.  My lungs sound "consistent" with bronchitis, so he did some lung clearing 'things' including the pounding on your back like you see people doing in massages in sitcoms.  It felt fantastic.  I could have had him pound on my back for an hour.  I don't care for the one acupuncture needle that goes right between my eyes because I can see it, but as long as I keep my eyes closed, we're all good.  Hopefully we can get the swelling going in the right direction.

Between the cat and acupuncture, I didn't get to Lesley's until almost one.  We only had an hour, but we got through a lot of stuff.  I compiled a box for her kids to sort through, leaving the admonition that if it wasn't done when I came back tomorrow, the whole box would go in the give away.  We'll see if that works.

Lesley addressed a bag of avoidance.  We all have one.  It might be a bag, a box, a drawer, or even a whole room (shed, barn, garage). It is the place we shove stuff we aren't ready to deal with or decide on.  As long as we don't look in/at the bag/box/bin, we are absolved of all responsibility or guilt.  Except it doesn't go away.  Either you keep adding stuff to the bag of avoidance until it explodes all over you, or something catastrophic happens (your power is cut off because you didn't pay the bill, the only known copy of your birth certificate is thrown out accidentally, you spend hours sorting through out-dated crap to make sure you didn't stick anything important in there, again.)  Since I was only able to spend an hour today, I'm going to head back over tomorrow after physical therapy and make sure the box got sorted:)

I pulled in just as the bus pulled away.  Talk about timing!  On Thursdays we just have a few minutes for a snack before we have to head to piano lessons.

The bodily fluids festival, pick up cat, go to acupuncture, go to Lesley's, race home to meet the bus, hurry over to piano.  I am tired. I am so tired I nearly dozed off during piano lessons.  That is hard to do when you are sitting four feet from the piano and Esse (the dog) is standing on the couch next to you howling at some dogs outside.  Yet I nearly did.

So tired, tired, tired.  Of course my first instinct is to push myself on despite being tired.  Then I remind myself I am healing and need to let my body rest.  THEN I remember that my heart need exercise of it will quit doing its job.  And I get tired all over again.

Most people I know are dealing with some drama of their own.  Caving in roof, mono, aging parent(s), and a dozen other things.  No one has smooth sailing, although it does seem some people have a rougher trip than others.  I've often wondered if I was Attila the Hun or something in a past life that I racked up so many bad Karma points.  But I am here and I have amazing people who care about me, so how does that jive???

Thank you to those of you who sent jokes.  I really needed them.  Here is (sort of) one for you.  You may know Robert Service by The Cremation of Sam McGee, but he wrote hundreds of poems.  This is one of my favorites: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bessie-s-boil/

We have been chipping away at the piles of laundry and dirty dishes.  We resorted to KFC last night (yuck), so we will have to make grocery shopping a priority.  And I have got to rest.  I can't keep my eyes open.  Here is hoping for no bodily fluids to clean up, a good biopsy result, and some sleep.  A girl can dream, can't she?  Well, not if I don't sleep...