Slowly feeling better, this bronchitis stuff really sucks. S0 bad I'd not wish it on even the evilest of ex-boyfriends, except maybe one. He was pretty awful...
Sorry for all the narcissistic pictures, I needed to remember what I can do, or at least could do in my 40s!
Monday (3.1) ran the loop to Eastern Point and back and didn't die, I'll call that a win! I coughed a bit for the rest of the day, feh, these are the times I should remember to use my inhaler.
Tuesday (15 spin + core) since it was a spin day, I spun, and it felt good. I was tired after, it felt so good to pour sweat. Coughing yet again.
|Ok so this isn't a great accomplishment at 6 months, but I think its pretty darn cute for a chubby bald baby!|
Wednesday (5.8) hills with Ro, she is back from CO for a couple weeks. I wasn't sure I'd make the whole loop, the world was doing its Matrix Jump and sometimes that clears up after a mile and sometimes it doesn't. I think its partial nerves, this would be the longest I've been on my feet in, well I really don't know how long, maybe December, and maybe a bit of dehydration, I haven't been so good about keeping myself hydrated. As we walked we got in our grove, albeit a minute a mile slower than usual, which is fine, this is our version of "girl time" and we both needed it... no coughing!
Thursday (15 spin + core) Ro was teaching the class so I was looking forward to that, knowing she'd tell different stories than we had discussed for the 90 minutes we power walked. I was so not feeling it, I wanted to curl up and go to sleep. I mostly phoned in the class and the short weight session really didn't work with whatever I've done to my shoulder, shit. I cranked the heat on the way home and popped a few acetaminophen because of my shoulder. About 8:30 p.m. I realized I never took my morning Plaquenil. I know the medication takes a long time (months) to build up in my system to be effective so possibly missing a dose didn't cause the backslide to the aches and fever and tired feeling, but maybe?
Friday (0) a sort of planned zero considering how shitty I felt on Thursday. Considering the crappy weather forecast and my now super painful shoulder I should have done something... the shoulder feels like it did when I separated it January '17 when I fell off my mountain bike going down a hill too slowly. I guess 2018 is the year of perpetual injury? Clearly, my warranty ran out when I hit 50. Maybe when I hit 51 it will all get righted? HA! HA. Seriously how is it possible I am THAT old? I remember getting my mother a t-shirt for either her 50th that said I am 18 with 32 years of experience or something like that.
Saturday (15 road bike) The sun and balmy 52F was due to last till 1 p.m. I had errands and wanted to get in a road ride. A trail ride would be bad for my shoulder, not that a road ride was going to help, but.... since the tire and tube are holding up in Ruby as she sat in the bike room, I figured I'd brave it and take a short ride and hope I had no flats, mostly worried about getting the tire back on the rim. I had a hell of a struggle getting the new tire on the rim when I changed it all out last month. After I got a few miles from home and all was OK I decided I'd brave it and go out to Watch Hill. It was a casual ride for me, I wasn't feeling great, I was happy to be on two wheels and with new bib shorts! The rest of the day was physical hell between my shoulder, coughing, chills, and feeling like my body was a blast furnace - would someone please euthanize me? Because really this has got to end.
Sunday (0) Considering I felt like death on Saturday afternoon and Sunday was going to rain all day, I figured today would be a zero. I hung out with the dogs and did some housewifery. I woke up with no shoulder pain and had the complete range of motion and felt completely normal. What The Actual Fuck is going on with me?
Gus: Monday we considered putting him down, he wasn't able to control his legs walking, and his anxiety level was through the roof. After discussion, we decided to take him off the muscle relaxer, in hopes he would regain some control of his legs. By Monday night he was moving around much better, still a stumbling awkward gait, however, he regained quite a bit of control over his movements. We also decided to leave the crate door open. This resulted in reducing his anxiety as the week progressed. I got him some rubber backed rugs so he could walk with a bit more certainty on the wood floors. He is pain-free, calm, happy, and walking is a semi-coordinated stumble. Saturday it seemed like Sunday would be the day, he had a rough day with coordination and no appetite. Sunday he woke up happy as a clam and hungry, oh so hungry. This is the not so fun part. To get through it we talk about the fun parts and look at the videos and pictures to remember the fun parts.
It is short but so funny! BAM!
I finished Dave's socks and a brown baby sweater needs buttons and to be sewn together. Started a pair of socks for myself. Sheila - with the Hatteras yarn, if you remember I started socks with while we were in Hatteras in 2016 and they were all wonky, eventually, I figured out why, because I had two different sized needles ---- oooops.... I'll be texting for your foot measurements!
The House of Morgan by Ron Chernow
I know a little about the House of Morgan, it is interesting. As with everything in life, follow the money. It all boils down to money and who is in control. Clearly, the House of Morgan has been in control of the US economy for a long time, while regulation has taken away some of their control, still if you are a business lucky enough to be a client of Morgan you are lucky.
Beth, wondering when she became the 'if it wasn't for misfortune she'd have no fortune at all' woman, it's really not a role I want to play.