Wednesday, July 19, 2017

I Need To Start This Blog Again!

Yep! I know how to start-over. I live my life like that. It's maybe like goal setting. I rethink what I need to do ponder it a bit, day dream (constructively) or really dream about it and think,"I've got to do this, time is flying by!" 

These 'starts' or arrows that pass through my brain include finding time to do a sewing project or studying, exercise, and more prayer. So today, I looked at the gopher holes in the dirt and thought about poisoning golphers for a new replant of our lawns. I go to sleep planning stuff like this and in the morning think, "Eh, too early. I'll do this all in a week or two. This is still a drought?  I don't know, but our water bill doubled.

The last couple of days my mind's been on starting my blog again. Nope, no dogs for sale...  but can give great references. My intention is to just start. I've kept my journal going still this whole time even through the passing of my mother. 

My over-thinking (bad habit) had been about our trip to the East Coast and I believe that normal people can't wait and they're filled with excitement. Then there's me. Every time I've traveled in the past say, seven years. I've gotten sick and either in the hospital or I come home and the next day I'm in the hospital. My goal is to stay healthy.

It's a dehydration problem. I lose electrolytes quickly I do take them and for some reason I'm absorbing only water. It really boils down to my thyroid acting-up. I think I'm learning how to beat this. If I end up in ER and then get a room, it seems like forever. 

My own hospital in town had a detox gang guy getting loose and walking and hiding through all the rooms at night and then all day cussing and yelling at everyone. A ninety-nine great grandfather that unfortunately had no hearing at all; gathered his family to say goodbye and it took days. Yes, he died two days after I left. He yelled trying to say goodbye. My neighbor in the room ahead of me died. That awful alarm noice I've only heard in movies or TV with the announcement: "Code Blue." I never knew who died. I suppose the most unusual for me was the naked lady that was too hot and walked the halls. It was warm in there, for sure. The hospital was an incredibly sad place.

Three Ring Circus

Though all of this, my meds were being changed, as usual. My heart rate was being stabilized, but my allergies started-up with me and I was covered in hives. The nutritionist didn't know I was allergic to seasonings, coloring, even pepper. I should have just told her "What part of absolutely everything that I'm allergic to is brought to me that you don't understand?" I felt bad that I even thought that, because she said there was a communication problem. I'm glad I held in my anger and held my hurtful words. I think most people in the hospital feel yucky and grouchy. Hives are a new level of discomfort, but I've learned how to manage. What I didn't like was that I couldn't have meds for hives. I just took the "No, you can't" I kept thinking that I'll be out soon. So, I looked for the deer outside my beautiful window, the puffy clouds, our green mountain ranges and hoped for sleep. Maybe this was a bad week, or I was dreaming it was an episode of a crazy TV series. All of my floor area was sad. Was I part of the circus? I wondered if I talked in my sleep, I did! The blood pressure guy started laughing when I asked him if I spoke in my sleep? I do that a lot at home when I'm really tired.

My other hospital visits haven't been so memorable because I'm ignoring them all. Trying to forget all, but not forgetting the day when Gunnar my grandson was born. Six months ago exactly. Oh yes, I did it again! I had to be in hospitalized for dehydration and Afib. My daughter had Gunnar and I was in the ER. Not really bad. I had a wonderful doctor and I was allowed to hold my grandson for 20 minutes. That's great, right?

6 Months Today

I hate ruining our regular trips. I do! I'm packing tomorrow and maybe I can get advice on staying hydrated in the most humid area of the country. I'm not used to that. I have a direct line to help me. This has been a long series of learning experiences. Our bodies are such miracles! How could anyone deny the existence of God?

I'm very, very grateful to caregivers and what they must go through day after day. I'm thankful for getting so much healthier and for my life and here with my family. 

My most important calling along with Visiting Teaching (Oh, I love the sisters that I have been blessed to serve)  is my calling to gather the history of Relief Society on the Central Coast and our own ward in particular. It includes the history of the church here. I didn't write it, but faithful members like my mother-in-law and her closest friend, the pioneers of the area. This is my calling officially along with the ward website and calendar. I need more time! And I'm very blessed to be to be able beat these obstacles and I can accomplish a start of this important record along with my own genealogy.

So! This is the more proactive me. Stay-outta' jail (hospital) "free card". Instead of packing lots of clothes. I'm going to concentrate on electrolytes. My contents of my bags are going to be weird if they're x-rayed. At least it's not my hamster. I did that in 1971 and the airline guy at the podium asked to see in my purse and I showed him. "Hermie" with shavings everywhere in the bottom of a zipped, straw purse. He said that he didn't want to see "that" again so get on the flight. And I did.

Me, Before I Thought Exactly
 What I Was Taking This Time ⬇️

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