Health and Wellness

Sleeping In Hotels

I’ve come to sort of hate sleeping in hotels. We always seem to sleep on the wrong sides of the bed (because TW wants the side with the bedside table and I don’t care about that, and the bedside table always seems to be on “my” side.

Sure enough, last night — TW was on my side but we continued to sleep in our normal positions, which means we ended up facing each other for most of the night. And TW coughed constantly in her sleep. Which means she was coughing in my face.

And then there’s the problem that the dogs are not with us. You’d think it would be MORE comfortable to have a larger bed with no dogs than a smaller bed with three dogs but no. Not comfortable.

I ended up putting a big pillow in between us which helped it feel like a dog was laying in between us (which is what normally happens) and also prevented TW from coughing on me. This worked ok except that TW decided that pillow was her pillow and kept trying to LAY on it and I kept having to push her back over.

Did I mention I’ve got the hot flash thing to deal with, too? So I need my damn personal space or I’ll die of heat stroke or something, lol.

We’ve got two darn beds, I think tonight we’ll switch to the other one. Maybe that will help. A little?

Tired. Very tired.

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Hot, Cold, Hot, Cold

I went back to wearing two jackets and two pairs of socks in my house. I haven’t been able to bring myself to put on a second pair of pants. I just can’t go that far.

I’m not really warm with the extra layers but at least I’m not shivering so badly that I’m double typing every other letter.

Stupid weather is stupid.

Stupid hot flashes are equally stupid.

They cause me to want to strip off the layers but when I do, I find myself freezing my ass off again five minutes later. It’s a constant — put on the jackets, take off the jackets, put on the jackets, take off the jackets sort of thing.

Even more frustrating because I often take my jackets off and walk away and then have to figure out where I left them when I’m cold again five minutes later.

Today is stupid.

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A Good Day Is Painful

Ouch. My body hurts. TW’s body hurts more.

This is what happens when you’ve had a very full, very good day.

Cleaning house, ours and the prairie dogs. Taking three very hyper (though one was terrified) puppies to the dog park. The dog park that is covered in mud except along the edges where it is still covered in snow.

Bathing and drying three very hyper and tired (not to mention smelly) puppies.

All of the laundry that goes along with all of the cleaning, muddy walking, and bathing.

So tired.

But happy for the exercise, the somewhat clean house, and the sunny day.

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Poor Tarrant, Poor Lola, Poor ME

The showgirl has an ear infection — bacterial and yeast. She was not happy about the vet looking at her VERY swollen and sore ear. Which tells you how bad it is — she is a pretty tough girl and even when skewered with a metal stake while pregnant, she was by all accounts calm and her normal facelicking self. She was not her happy facelicking self during the exam. (Before and after, absolutely.)

TW was not her happy facelicking self either. Oh. Wait. TW doesn’t do that facelicking thing. Sorry, my mistake. She was not happy today though, not at all. Bad oral surgeon. Bad infection. Bad all around.

I was not my happy self either. Rough long work day. Rough long driving everyone to all of the places day. SO darn TIRED. I’m almost looking forward to jury duty next week, that would give me a little break, right? lol.

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BlogHer Does It Again (Warning: Menstruation Ahead)

My periods have been irregular, to put it mildly, for a good long while now. I haven’t actually had a period since JMP was here. I really thought that was going to be my last one… but, I did hold out just a little hope that either seeing Michelle Belle or attending BlogHer Food might, MIGHT, spur a cycle. (Michelle and I are often sort of synced and I almost always menstruate at BlogHer conferences, whether I’m scheduled to or not.)

And today… tada… spotting!

Yippeee! My menopause countdown gets pushed back another month.

Not that I’m not looking forward to my old age (I totally am and have no problems being almost 50) — I just like menstruation. I know, most of you think I’m weird (if you’ve managed to get this far in the post.) I’m ok with you thinking that. I’ll just enjoy this period and we’ll see what happens next month… there is another BlogHer conference in July, you know…

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Ouch: On Crock-Pots, Band-Aids and Hyphens

It is still cheaper to buy a replacement crock for a crock-pot than it is to buy a new crock-pot. This disappoints, TW. I don’t know why since I like our crock-pot.

(I find it difficult to hyphenate crock-pot, don’t you?)

When you’ve sliced open a couple of finger tips on the crock-post stoneware, you should really put band-aids on them if you’re going to paint a couple of pages in your altered book. Or if you’re going to use gesso and chalk pastels in a couple of pages of your altered book. It kind of hurts to scrub the paint/chalk out of those cuts.

I should have listened to Ken Jennings when he said I should keep my cuts covered and moist rather than listening to TW (and my own hatred of band-aids.)

(Band-aid is another word I have trouble hyphenating.)

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If you broke the stoneware in your crock-pot, would you order a replacement stoneware or buy a new crock-pot?

If you cut a couple of fingers on the stoneware of your crock-post, how long would you leave band-aid(s) on the cut(s)?

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Gone Green

I’m sick. Too sick to type anything that’s very interesting, which is too bad because I actually have a wee blogging calendar and I was supposed to write something really interesting today. If I was good, I’d write it anyway and you’d never know I was sick at all.

But I’m not good. I’m sick, sick, sick, sick.

Do you remember the Dr. Seuss book…. Silly Sammy Slick Sipped Six Sodas and Got Sick, Sick, Sick? That was one of my favorite pages in that book and while I did not sip six sodas to get sick, I have been sipping more soda than usual because coffee tastes like ass and food doesn’t taste much better so a can of orange soda here, a can of dr pepper there, some bottled lipton tea, some hot ginger tea from time to time. And a ton of water.

I’m hydrating but that’s not helping much.

At least the stuff that occasionally drips out of my nose isn’t green. And I’m not coughing up much of anything and what’s there is definitely not green.

I have started feeling green around the gills today, though. That queasy feeling on day three of the flu? Not going to barf anything (green or otherwise) but I’m definitely feeling green and not in the new, spring green sort of way, either. Maybe I’ll go eat something and I’ll feel better? I can always hope, right?

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40 Years of Roe v. Wade

It’s Blog for Choice Day and I was going to skip it because lord knows I’ve blogged a whole lot about abortion and what else is there to say, really?

I’m not just pro-choice, I’m pro-abortion. You want one — have one.

Any woman who wants one — should have one.

Your body. Your life. Your choice.

Etc. Etc. Etc.

I did, however, buzz my kid and wish her a Happy Roe v. Wade day, as I generally do. And, I asked her if she knew where to find abortion services in her area, as I generally do. It’s just symbolic really — she obviously knows how to find abortion services, wherever she goes. And lord knows, if her internet connection goes down and she can’t find her way to a women’s clinic, she can call me and ask me to find a location and give her the bus schedule to get her there. (And throw money in her bank account, if she needs it.)

I decided I’d just go ahead and blog about this again — because wouldn’t it be nice if I’d not felt like it was important to point out the Planned Parenthood every time we passed it in NJ. Or if I didn’t feel like it was important to buzz my kids and remind them that they should know where to find these services, for themselves and for others. Wouldn’t it be nice if they grew up knowing without a doubt that they could schedule an abortion, if they chose to do so, just as easily as they could schedule an appointment for any other medical procedure (not that our health insurance programs always make THAT easy… which is another story.)

But they haven’t grown up knowing that.

40 years of Roe v. Wade and women still fight for access to affordable, safe abortion services. So many women in this country don’t have a provider anywhere near where they live. So many women have to cross horribly offensive and violent protest lines to gain access to abortion services (or general women’s health services if they happen to be getting them at an abortion service provider.)

Fuck that.

Roe is Here for Good and I’m not just blogging for choice, I’m making a donation for choice.

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Poop & Barf

Literally.

I am never eating Chinese food again. Ever.

I swear it.

There’s something wrong when I’m the one who gets sick when TW is the one who hasn’t held onto ANY food for more than 30 minutes in months.

Excuse me while I go back to bed and moan some more. TW loves it when I do that.

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